Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,84

for the tour—a mix of movements that encouraged muscle relaxation.

The guys sometimes went out exploring the city, but I’d never been interested in anything except preparing for the next performance.

But right now, I had Isabelle on my mind. She was asleep when I arrived last night, and I didn’t want to wake her up. She needed the rest, and so did I. Now, however, I was in top shape. We only had a few hours to ourselves before traveling to Orlando, and I wanted to make the most of them.

She was sleeping on one side, pressing that perfect ass against my cock. Her naked ass. It’d been driving me crazy since last night.

Moving the covers away, I skimmed my hand on her upper thigh, then her waist. She shimmied against me, and I had to laugh.

“This is an easy way to wake you up,” I said.

She turned around to me as her face morphed into something between a yawn and a smile. It was very cute.

“I fell asleep last night, didn’t I?”

“Yeah you did. I wanted to wake you up, then felt guilty even thinking about it.”

“But now you’re not feeling guilty, judging by this.” She gripped my cock, squeezing it once. An unexpected shock of pleasure ripped through me. I tilted my hips forward into her clenched hand.

“I like your no-pajamas rule,” I said. I rolled her over the next second so my cock was pressing against her belly.

“Wait a second, I want to take something from the drawer,” she said.

I moved only enough to allow her to get what she needed, thinking she was going to take out a condom.

Instead, she took out two pills.

“Mints,” she said.

My mind went blank. “What?”

“You know. For morning breath. I foresaw a lot of napping and waking up shenanigans and planned accordingly.”

Only Isabelle.

“I want to wake up like this every morning,” I said.

She stroked my erection, making me lose my train of thought for a second there. “You mean with a mint?”

“No, I mean next to you. Move in with me when we get back to New York.”

She blinked rapidly, pushing herself on her elbows. “Wow. You mean during your time off between tours?”

My muscles clenched. Was this her way of telling me she didn’t want us to live together?

“No, I mean permanently.”

Her mouth popped open. I swear to God the next seconds lasted a century.

“Okay. But on one condition.”

“Whatever you want.” My body nearly buckled in relief.

“We make the no-pajamas rule permanent too.”

“Fuck yes. I love you, Isabelle.”

“I love you too.”

I kissed her so hard that I was afraid I’d bruise her lips. I craved this woman. I needed her, and I liked that. I used to see that kind of vulnerability as a weakness, but not anymore. It felt fucking amazing. Like we were part of each other, and being together only made us stronger.

She stroked my cock again, drawing her thumb over the tip. Groaning, I pushed my hips back and forth, needing the friction. But I needed to please her more. I braced my weight on one forearm and my knees and calves. I kissed her again, this time slowly, savoring her. I parted her thighs wide with my legs, pushing a hand between us. She moaned when the tips of my fingers brushed her clit, but I didn’t give her what she wanted yet. I moved my fingers down her right inner thigh, then her left one before touching her belly again, all the while kissing her. I could feel her need for me intensifying in the way she kissed me back. I gave her a little more, brushing my fingers against her clit again, this time applying pressure. She whimpered against my mouth. I stroked two fingers down her opening and nearly lost it feeling how wet she was. Her whole body shuddered as her breath caught. She broke off the kiss.

“Pleaaase touch me more. I need more,” she whispered, looking between us.

I pinched her clit between two fingers. Isabelle tried to close her thighs, but I kept them in place.

“No. I want you spread open like this for me.”

I touched her again, but this time with my cock, drawing the tip from her opening up to her clit. Her right leg spasmed.

“Just like this,” I said. “At my mercy. You’re mine to touch, Isabelle. To please. To kiss.”

She drew one hand through her fiery red hair, tugging at it. Watching her so desperately needing pleasure and release only intensified my craving.

She reached out for the