Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (digital ebook reader .txt) 📗

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 nightstand, fumbling in the drawer until she took out a condom, placing it on her chest. Her nipples were puckered, her skin already flushed. She ripped open the package, stretching the condom over my erection.

I wanted this woman so badly that I was aching with need. My muscles were tight, my breathing uneven. Capturing her mouth, I rolled us over to one side. I slid the crook of my elbow under her knee, lifting her leg, then pushed inside her slowly, savoring the way her core clenched around me.

She gasped, rocking her hips forward.

“Fuuuck.” I groaned against her lips before kissing her again, pushing inside even deeper. My hips started moving faster on their own. Instinct took over. Palming her ass, I brought her closer, changing the angle so every time I thrust inside her I also applied pressure on her clit.

Isabelle turned wild. She gripped my shoulder tightly, pushing herself on an elbow so she could move more freely. She ground her hips against me desperately. Isabelle was always beautiful, but never more than when she transformed like this, just for me. She was completely open and uninhibited, and I loved giving her what she needed. The skin on her neck flushed a deep shade of red. I knew she was close, but she needed more to go over the edge. I let go of her knee, bringing my hand between us, and started stroking her clit. She buckled forward instantly, clenching tight around me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuu—uuck.” My voice broke. I spiraled out so fast that my breath was knocked out of me. I heard her cry out through a haze as I tumbled through my own orgasm. I was completely spent. My eyesight was blurred.

I didn’t let go for a while. I wanted us to stay in bed all morning, but that wasn’t possible. I wanted to be inside her all day, but that wasn’t possible either.

She was so fucking beautiful, lying sideways with her eyes closed and her red hair covering the pillow.

I nudged her shoulder, kissing her arm.

“I know, I know, we have to go,” she murmured, pouting.

I pulled her bottom lip in my mouth, startling her. Her eyelids flew open. She giggled, pushing me away. Before I realized what was going on, she tumbled out of bed, darting toward the bathroom.

“What’s the matter, mister?” she asked over her shoulder from the doorway. “Too exhausted to chase me?”

“I’ll show you chasing.” I got out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. Isabelle was already in the shower. I removed the condom before joining her.

“You took your sweet time,” she teased. Water fell over her in rivulets while she soaped up. “Too tired from the sexy morning interlude?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Not at all.”

“Hmm... I’m amazed you had any energy left after last night.”

I pinned her against the tiles, looking her straight in the eyes. “I’ll always have energy for you.”

“Oh, you do know how to make me feel special.”

“You are.”

“Hey, did you mean that? Moving in with you?”

“Sure. Why would you think I didn’t?”

She shrugged one shoulder, smiling coyly. “I don’t know. Maybe you just wanted to get in my pants?”

I leaned in closer, swallowing a mouthful of hot water when I spoke next. “You were naked.”

She grinned. “True. I do feel compelled to tell you that I’m a messy person.”

“Babe, you think I didn’t notice that? Your apartment looked like you’ve been robbed every time I was in there.”

She opened her mouth widely. “You did not say that.”

“I did.”

“Well, it’s true, so I can’t fight you on it.”

“But you’d like to.”

“Yes. I don’t know why. I’m feeling very feisty this morning.”

I turned off the water, kissing her forehead. “You always are. I love that about you.”

When we got out of the shower, reality slipped in. I watched her towel off her red hair, wrapping another towel around herself.

I put on a robe, leaning against the sink.

“Isabelle, about last night, when you left. Are you okay? Rick said it was intense.”

“It was wild, to be honest, but so worth it. Watching you perform was... incredible.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did anyone give you any trouble? Rick said no, but I know even the best security guys can’t catch everything.”

She waved her hand but darted her eyes. “It was fine, really. No big deal.”

Her body language said the exact opposite. Her shoulders were hunched. She was biting her lower lip. I didn’t like that she didn’t share everything with me—this, or the fact that she’d given up the tours. But I understood that she didn’t want me to insist.

I planned to bring up the subject again later today but didn’t get a chance.

We barely had time to breathe for the rest of the morning. Sasha came in while I was doing my off-day workout and walked us both through the schedule.

A bus was picking us up at eleven. Since Orlando was only three and a half hours by bus from Miami, it didn’t make sense to fly.

But at ten to eleven, Sasha came into my suite, along with the guys.

“We have a problem. The name of the hotel in Orlando was leaked. There are already hordes of fans in front of it.”

“How did this happen?” Lars asked.

She ran a hand through her hair, shrugging. “Lilian leaked it. It’s all over the Facebook and Instagram of her best friend’s account.”

I stared at Sasha. “This is stupid. Lilian signed an NDA.”

“Yes, but her friend leaked it, so good luck proving it was Lilian.”

I didn’t give a fuck about proving anything. I’d deal with Lilian later. We had enough weight in the music industry to make sure she never worked as a promoter again.

“I’m