Only you | Derek Morgan

I like you lots

D E R E K ' S   P O V

Even though it's a running joke at my expense, I'm so glad I don't have any hair. It's been hours since Layla left and she's still not back. Hours. Hair seems like a hassle I want no part in.

My hands are tucked beneath my head while I lay on the couch, aimlessly flicking through the tv channels before I settle on this seasons football highlights.

I get almost embarrassingly excited when headlights shine through the window and I hear Layla's car pull into the driveway.

I don't jump up and run to the door like I want to, I stay lounging on the couch because I'm cool, calm and collected. Cool, calm and— Yeah, I'm none of that when Layla steps into the living room, her face brightening with a breathtakingly beautiful smile when her eyes find me.

"Hi."

"Hi, baby," I smile, a grin stretching wide across my face when I open up my arms.

Layla drops her purse onto the coffee table before she slides her body onto mine, tucking her head into my neck with a content sigh. "Miss me?" She mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

"Were you gone long? I didn't notice."

That didn't come out very convincing and Layla's quiet laugh into my neck tells me she's just as convinced as me.

"What did you do?"

"Bleached Penelope's roots and toned her hair."

"Eh.. I'll pretend I know what that means."

I nudge my nose to Layla's cheek and she leans her head towards me, letting me slide my mouth over hers. I'll never get tired of her kisses. Her hugs. Her warmth. Her.

"Did you eat?" I ask, patting my hands to her ass like a drum, my dick hardening as I watch it bounce.

"Mhm," Layla grins, sitting up on her knees between my parted legs. "I'm all fuelled up for a night full of sex."

I tap my finger to her arms and she lifts them up, allowing me to pull her sweatshirt off over her head. My gaze darkens and zeros in on the lilac lace bralet she's wearing, pushing her perfect tits together slightly. My knuckles brush over the fabric covering her hardened nipple when I reach up and tuck her hair behind her shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper against the skin of her shoulder, letting my teeth sink in against the base of her neck.

"Guaranteed sex and you're still complementing me?" Layla's head lolls to the side and a soft moan escapes her lips. "It's like you like me or something."

I wind her hair around my fist and tug, tilting her head to the side to allow my lips better access to her neck, licking a slow path in her delicious skin, inhaling her sweet scent. I know she was teasing, but I'll be honest. "I do like you. Lots."

Layla's face breaks out into a breathtakingly beautiful grin, eyes shining with adoration. I'm proud to be the one that put that look on her face. "I like you too. Lots."

Although a minute ago the room was filled with our charged sexual chemistry and the want and need to rip each other's clothes off, after that confession we both knew but didn't say before, we spend the next few minutes filled with soft kisses, sweet touches, tongues sweeping against each other's until we're both breathless.

My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip when my finger slips beneath the bralet strap on her right shoulder, running it against her smooth skin. "So.. was this my surprise?"