“Would you two get a room?”
“Oh goodie. Pierce is back.”
Layla takes a step away from me, that blush creeping up into her cheeks.
“I came to tell you it’s time for the movie.”
“We’ll be right there.”
Layla busies herself getting desserts while I grab a few of the hot chocolates for us. By the time we get over to where the movie is playing, all the spots are taken except one in the middle.
Great.
“I guess this for us.”
I drop down, pulling her next to me. The oversized jumper she’s wearing slips down her shoulder. All I want to do is kiss her there. Do a lot more.
Christ. Now every single thought of mine is dirty.
What is this woman doing to me?
An old western movie starts playing, nothing I’ve seen before. The movie drones on, barely holding my attention.
Until a wedding scene comes on. Glasses clink as the couple kisses on-screen. Around us, a glass clinks.
“Kiss, kiss!” someone shouts.
“Isn’t that only at the reception?” Gemma laughs, turning from her spot at the front to look at the rest of us.
“It’d be bad luck if we didn’t.” Blake waggles his brows at her.
“If we have to, everyone has to. I don’t like being the center of attention.”
“Oh shit,” Layla mutters next to me.
We’re slap bang in the middle of everyone. There’s no way we can get out of this.
Layla shifts, turning to face me. She looks nervous. It feels like every set of eyes is on us.
Cupping her jaw, my thumb caresses her cheek. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Shite, I don’t think I can wait any longer.
Dipping down, her eyes flutter closed as I close my lips over hers.
Holy fuck. She tastes like chocolate and marshmallows. I glide my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and she opens on a gasp.
My hands move around her waist and haul her closer to me. Layla’s tongue tangles with mine in the most delicious of ways.
This woman knows exactly what she wants and she’s taking it.
It’s hot as hell as her tongue moves with mine. I eat up the moans that slip through as she fists her hands in my shirt, keeping me locked in place.
I’m impossibly hard. From a kiss. When was the last time that happened?
I don’t know how much time has passed before Layla pulls back. She looks drunk off our kiss.
The sounds of the movie filter through as I glance around us. It’s dark enough that no one is paying us any attention.
Because if they were, they’d see how this woman just rocked my fucking world.
