Chapter 67

Layla’s POV

Suddenly, I wanted to close my legs, wanting to rub them together. The way his brown eyes lit up made me think he knew exactly what I was feeling.

Something very warm was sliding through my veins, making my skin feel tight. I had this unexplainable urge to be closer to him—closer than this. I wanted to feel him skin on skin. I shook my head.

His lips grazed my ear, and an involuntary shiver raced up my spine. “Do you know what I think about?” he asked.

His big, warm hands moved down to caress my thighs, squeezing them possessively.

“Tell me,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from arching into his touch.

“I think of your taste… in my mouth,” he rasped. “I think about what you will look like when I suck you. Lick you. Eat you up.”

His words drove me wild. If this was madness, I would blindly jump into it if it meant I could keep listening to his words, feeling his touch, tasting his kiss.

“Would you let me?” H