Page 116 of Chasing the Wild
Her voice is a little thick and raspy with the drinks she’s had tonight. I’ve tried to keep count, but without drawing undue attention by staring at her the entire time, it was impossible to know for sure. As far as I can tell she’s not out of her head, or too far gone to make decisions.
At least, I hope to god the fact Layla followed me here doesn’t feel like a choice fueled by alcohol and lust when she wakes up in the morning. We might have been inseparable for weeks, but I couldn’t handle thinking that she might regret the risk attached to a moment like this.
Though, I’m not sure I’m capable of letting her leave my arms right now.
Sucking in a deep inhale, she smells like the only good thing in my life. The thing I’m so close to losing forever.
“Did you see what happened out there?” Her voice sounds raspy and sexy, and that reminds me I’ve been too entranced, nuzzling her neck, inhaling her scent like a madman, and haven’t actually responded out loud.
“I did. Those assholes are done.” I hate that right now I’ve only got a rapidly evaporating number of minutes alone with her, yet Henrik and Alton Pierson are who we’re talking about. “Sheriff Hayes will make sure something sticks to them this time.”
“That girl.” Layla’s fingers slide up around my neck. “They gave her something.”
“Hayes had one of his off-duty’s grab her. He saw what they did.” My lips brush a hot, wet, seeking trail over her neck, and Layla whimpers. Fuck, it lights my body up to be able to touch her even though it has only been a couple of days. “Please don’t stress, they’ll make sure she’s taken care of and is safe.”
“I’m sorry, Colt. Tonight has been so messed up.”
Don’t I fucking know it.
“I know. God, I know. But you’ve got nothing to apologize for. What can I do to make it better, angel? Tell me.”
“Unless you can erase everything outside…” Her fingers toy with the hair at my nape and I already know I’m about to make a reckless fucking decision.
One hand comes up to the front of her neck, settling over the slender column of her throat, and she makes a needy little noise.
“As much as I wish it was possible, I can’t get rid of anything on the other side of that door…” My fingers flex in the way I know she loves, giving a little bit of added pressure that draws out another whimper. Lips hovering over hers, I’m damn well lost, all I see and breathe is this stunning girl. “But I can help erase those racing thoughts filling your head. Do you want that, sweetheart?”
“We can’t… it’s too risky… not in here…” Layla’s pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I groan. There’s nothing that could keep me away from her right now.
I’m so fucking gone for this girl.
Fuck the whole world on the other side of that locked exit.
I crash our mouths together and hoist her against me. Devouring every little needy noise she makes and the way our bodies fit so fucking perfectly. Spinning us both, I drop her onto the counter beside the basin. There’s not a lot of space to move, but there’s no goddamn way I’m letting that stop me.
“You’re going to have to behave and keep quiet.” Biting her lower lip, I slide my palms to ruck her dress up over her thighs.I want to spend forever tasting her mouth, but right now, I’m starving for more than just her kisses. I need her shattering on my tongue, and I need to get inside her, and we’re already being risky enough by spending this long in here.
Dropping down onto one knee in front of my girl, that position allows my palms to skate across her skin at eye level. From here I can soak up every shaky breath and quiver she emits above me. “Do I need to stuff your mouth with something, or can you be a good girl and keep quiet for me?”
I know, without a doubt, she’s turned on as all hell right now. There’s not enough time for everything I want to do, so for the moment I gotta ignore my intensely painful hard-on pressing against my fly and get my mouth on her.
“Oh god. I want you so bad.” Layla pants, looking down at me.
“I know, baby. It’s been hell for me, too.” I drag her hips forward to perch on the edge of the counter, then press her knees wide.
“We can’t do this.” She protests, but that morphs into a gasp when I roughly hook my fingers beneath her panties, pulling them to one side, and cover her pussy with my mouth.
I don’t have the luxury of endless minutes to argue this out. The longer we talk, the less time I’ve got to make her fall apart, and I’m a man fucking possessed. Feasting on her sweet cunt, letting her hold me tight against her swollen clit as she makes desperate, strained noises above me.
It’s taking everything in her not to be loud, I can tell.
She’s so goddamn sexy and perfect and tastes likemine.
Just as her thighs start shaking and her fingers dig into my scalp—just as she’s almost fucking there—a heavy pounding bangs on the door.
Layla jerks above me, but I keep going. Stiffening my tongue to massage her clit faster and harder.
“Layla? You in there?”
