Claiming Serenity(25)
“Both.”
He obliged, working over her, loving the heady scent of her body, the warmth of her soft pussy, wanting to fill it. Wanting her to feel him. When his tongue and fingers had given her the ride she’d asked for, Donovan licked up her stomach, rolling one nipple between his lips.
“Layla.” She managed a weak grunt, letting him know she was listening. “Are you clean?”
“What?”
Her sharp slap against Donovan’s head stung and he winced, rolling away from her when she hit him again. “What’s the problem? Stop!” Donovan dodge her fingernails, but just barely.
“What the hell kind of question is that?”
“Jesus, I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole.” She started to roll over, acting like she couldn’t get away from him fast enough, but Donovan wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling that fine, bare ass back onto the mattress, her small hands clasped with his on her pillow above her head. “Would you hear me out?”
Scowling, Layla leaned away, tried fighting out of his hold, as though the idea of their skin touching made her sick. When she started shaking her foot, moving the entire bed in the process, Donovan rested his forehead on her chest, placing a light kiss over her heart. That seemed to calm her, at least slow the shaking foot. “You have…” she glanced at the clock on Donovan’s bedside table and then glared at him, “ten minutes.”
“I’ll take two.” Layla didn’t fight Donovan when he moved his thighs over her hips, releasing her hands to brush his fingertips down her ribs, under the swell of her perky, beautiful tits. “You’re on the pill, you told me that.” She nodded, but her low lidded eyes told Donovan that she didn’t like where he was going. “Relax, brat,” he told her, brushing a long wave of white blonde hair from her cheek. “You ever do it bare?”
“You mean, like, nothing at all, no condom or anything?” Donovan nodded, getting excited when Layla didn’t hit him again. She bit her bottom lip, finally shaking her head.
“Me either. Not once.”
“You… that’s what you want to do?” Donovan’s smiled seemed to be all the confirmation Layla needed. “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“You want to do me bareback. I want to know why.”
He hated when she wanted clarifications, when she put too much thought in the things that Donovan wanted from her. “I thought we agreed not to over analyze any of this.”
“This isn’t overanalyzing. This is me requiring an explanation of why you want to do something with me that you haven’t done with anyone else.”
He understood why she wanted to know, but the truth was, he didn’t have an answer for her. Donovan only knew he liked the possibility of what Layla, completely raw to him would feel like. “Layla, you have the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside of.” He kissed down her chest, her neck, licking a wet line over the top of her breasts and stayed there, nibbling against her skin. “I have dreams about it, how it feels moving, rocking against those tight muscles, touching you deeper each time. I just wanna know if that sweet, delicious pussy is tighter, wetter with nothing between us.”
He could feel her swallowing, a tiny pant releasing from her mouth before she pushed him back, making him rest on his hands to get a good look at her. “And you’ve honestly never done that before?”
“You wanna know if I’m clean?” She nodded. “Have you met your father?”
“A few times.”
“Uh huh. You know how fucking anal he is about testing us for absolutely everything?” The man was insane, domineering and Donovan closed his eyes, reminded himself not to insult his coach in front of Layla. “And when he finds out one of his players is dating a new girl, he makes them have their girl tested too.”
Her mouth fell open. “He does not.”
“Ask Autumn. Declan said your dad caught an earful from her when he insisted she get tested.”
He liked her smile just then, that easy laughter that was honest, not forced. He didn’t get to see that often. “I bet he did.”
“My point is that I’m squeaky fucking clean.” Donovan would have given anything to know what she was thinking when she looked at him like that. Those bright blue eyes were too calculating, too serious and it was all Donovan could do to keep relaxed, but he still held his breath as she stared at him. “You too? Have you been tested?”
“You’re the only person I’m sleeping with.” He didn’t mean to smile at her, knew that he seemed too pleased, too proud. Layla being Layla, though, cleared that smile from his face. No one could cut him to the quick like her. “For now, anyway.”