Badass

He pulled my underwear back up and laid flat on the bed with me on his lap.

"You want me don't you," I question and play with the laces of his swim shorts. I pull the laces apart, making the shorts fall low on his waist.

He sits there shocked that I finally said it. It flooded his eyes, his hands moved up my waist. I grab his hands and move them to his sides.

"I asked you a question, now answer me." I command, placing kisses on his neck.

"I-" I cut him off, moving my lips to his ear.

"At a loss for words?" I smirk against his skin and then rub my hands back down his abs.

"I'll ask again, do you want me?" I question.

"Y-yes," he moans and as soon as those words leave his mouth I stop.

I get off his lap, leaving him with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open like an idiot.

"Get dressed," I demand.

"I love you, Layla Hemming," he smirked.

It took me a moment to realize what he said.

"That was badass," I giggled.

"No," he mirrored me, "do you know what you just did?"