Chapter 14
Sex at Calhoun’s had been unexpectedly amazing, and Layla didn’t think anything could top that until they got back to her place and went for round two. This time they managed to make it to her bedroom, and now she laid, her head rested against his chest, his big strong hand against the small of her back. His chest rose and fell with each calming breath, and she relished in the aftermath.
She drew a lazy finger along the tattoos on Declan’s arms and chest. There were so many, she couldn’t decide which one to look at first. Her eyes kept getting drawn to the black boxes of ink on his chest and shoulder. She traced a line around the one on his chest. “Ex-girlfriend?”
“No. I have never tattooed a girl’s name on me, and I won’t unless I knew it was forever.”
She liked his answer,
