Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,35
pebbles. I couldn’t resist cupping her ass with both hands, pressing her into me. She was mine to touch and explore. Only mine.
She sighed against my mouth, going up to her tiptoes.
I finally tore my lips from hers, staring her straight in the eyes.
“Are you going to put on any clothes?” I asked her.
“No,” she answered innocently. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Wait and see.” I kissed the tip of her nose. It was easy to let my guard down and be myself around Isabelle. Her easy smile and warmth disarmed me in a way I couldn’t understand, but I didn’t want to fight it.
Her hands roamed everywhere as we lay down on the couch.
“You’re tickling me,” I told her between chuckles.
“Oh really? Then I’m going to do it some more.”
I caught her wrists. She pouted. “Hey, I wasn’t done.”
“I know, but you had all the advantage. I didn’t like that. This is more to my liking,” I informed her. I kept her wrists in one hand, skimming the other one to her hips and then to her waist. When my thumb brushed the sides of her breast, Isabelle squirmed, wiggling right over my cock. The shot of pleasure was as unexpected as it was intense. I groaned.
“If you’re going to fondle me, do it properly.”
“I’m not fondling you yet, Isabelle. You’ll know when I do.”
“So what are you doing now?” she challenged. “Just pressing your delicious body against mine with no ulterior motive?” A sly smile spread on her face.
“If I reveal it, it wouldn’t be ulterior, right?”
“Well, I’m not as secretive as you are. I know what I want, and I have no problem owning up to it.” She kept kissing my chest as she spoke. “And I bet I can make you reveal yours in no time.”
“Talking about secrets... how do you want us to tell the band? I can tell them myself, or we can be together.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh... I didn’t think about that.”
“I intend to spend as much time as possible with you until the tour starts, so no hiding. You’re mine. I want them to know that.”
Her lips curled in a wide smile. “Okay. Well, you know the guys best, so it’s your call. But I can’t believe you already want to stake your claim.”
I wanted to do a lot more than that, but I had to start somewhere.
Chapter Ten
Isabelle
The opportunity to tell the band came up a week later when Sasha asked me to stop by the cottage and supervise their live video. She’d handled the one on Saturday and wasn’t pleased with the results.
Brayden and I went there separately so we wouldn’t shock the guys right away, though I suspected Lars was on to us. I arrived later and waited for them in the bar section of the living room. I wasn’t alone for long though. Brayden joined me a few minutes later, all by himself.
We hadn’t exactly planned this step by step, so I figured we’d behave until after we told everyone. I was so wrong. He moved right in front of me, putting both hands on my waist.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Kissing you. I’ve missed this sassy mouth.”
I grinned. He’d shown up at my office every evening with Paul, waiting for me, so I wasn’t sure if he was trying to charm me or he really meant it.
“Oh, okay.”
He pressed his mouth to mine in a slow, deep kiss. Energy shot through me, setting my nerve endings alight. I rose on my tiptoes as a bolt of unexpected pleasure coiled through me.
He groaned against my mouth, deepening the kiss. I stumbled backward, blindly reaching behind me until I felt a wall.
“Mmm... what a kiss,” I murmured against his lips. “Any special reason it was hot enough that I needed a wall to brace myself?”
He grinned against my lips. “For good luck.”
And then he kissed me again, exploring my mouth with his and my body with his hands. Every part of me he touched was on fire.
“And what was that one for?”
“More good luck.”
“How much of that do you need for a live video?” I teased.
“Lots.”
I laughed, squirming against him. He groaned.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, that doesn’t count as bringing you luck?”
“Woman, are you trying to make me go live with a hard-on?”
“No, no. That’s all for me. No one else is allowed to see it. I’m very possessive.”
He pressed a thumb at the corner of my mouth. “Good. So am I, Isabelle. So am I.”
Licking my