Tyler had been counting down every second until she had finished her breakfast. He hadn’t wanted to hassle her into hurrying because something told him Layla had lied about eating before coming here.

Especially when his suspicion was answered with the low rumble of her belly every minute or two.

She needed every bit of that breakfast so he let her gobble it down, finding great pleasure in knowing she ate every piece until the plate was empty.

There was just something about seeing her satisfied and well fed that made him satisfied as well.

But then she brought that glass of blackcurrant juice to her lips and that also drew in his attention to her luscious looking lips.

Damn it. He thought as he tried to pull his eyes away from the temptation of her mouth.

But the urge was too strong and he found himself counting down the minutes until she was done with the juice so he could bring her upstairs and taste those lips. Perhaps if she let him, both of her lips. The one tucked between her legs.

And when she was done, he nearly celebrated aloud but decided to be more of a gentleman…..by tugging her away

from the kitchen with lies of giving her a tour of the house.

He just wanted a taste of her badly before he go to his races. And if he was being entirely honest, he’d admit that seeing Layla smile so radiant towards Bryce made him slightly upset.

By slightly he meant a lot, he was jealous. Plain and simple.

He wanted that smile all for himself. No one else, which was a very odd way for Tyler to think.

Layla’s pov

I found myself gulping the little saliva I had on my tongue, but now my entire mouth felt dry by his words.

literally drags me to his room. He must’ve noticed he had rendered me

hear the soft click of the door closing behind me, that is when my mind finally got back to normal, well as normal as it can get with

did we not…finish last night?” I stammered out, a bit flushed at the moment and

about his

aware of how close we were. His skin nearly touched

back but of course, my back touched the surface of

eyes had a wicked gleam swirling through the dazzling green pools, lift an arm to plaster his hand just above my head,

lips inches away from my skin. “It doesn’t count because I didn’t get to see you

his hot breath feathered against my heated skin. My mind was already on the verge

a miracle to move me off the course of being trapped by his words, but I knew I was fighting a

whispered, looking up at him

a fire beneath them. A fire

only supposed to be here for Daffodil, nothing else.” || breathed out, using my

christ sake, whatever he wanted he gets it. And he made it clear

wakes up exactly eight thirty or nine on Saturdays. Enough time to do what

my mouth, shivering slightly at the intensity of

lips near my skin until it

“When you look at me like

widened slightly. “Tas-te me?”

wanting to

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mentioned tasting me.

as he chuckled lowly. He definitely knew what his words were doing to

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