He steps back and gently pushes me down to the couch, his hands warm on my shoulders. “Stay. I’ve got this.”
He smiles at me, steady and sure, and I force myself to smile back. But my fingers worry at one of my rings like it’s the only thing holding me together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LACHLAN
After Finn is finally out for the count—took three stories tonight, the wee negotiator—I pad through to my bedroom.
Blair is in the en suite, the door open. Fresh from the shower, a towel snug around her, she’s brushing her damp hair. Beads of water chase one another down her arms and back. It shouldn’t undo me, not after weeks of her living here. But it does. Every bloody time.
I move in behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, nuzzling into the curve of her neck. She smells of my soap mingled with the warm sweetness that’s just her, the mix intoxicating. I press a kiss below her ear, and when she angles her head back, our mouths meet.
She turns fully, and I cup the back of her head with both hands, deepening the kiss. My cock hardens quickly, and soon it’s trapped snug between our bodies.
With my tongue I tease the seam of her lips until she opens, but... she’s tentative. Hesitating.
“Everything all right?” I pull back. “Is it the headache?”
“I’m fine,” she says quickly, but her eyes tell a different story. There’s something in them I don’t quite recognise. Uncertainty? Unease?
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “We could have an early night. Just sleep.” God knows I’m aching for her, but her wellbeing trumps everything.
“No. I want you. Ineedyou tonight.” Her eyes drop to the bulge in my joggers, and a smile flickers across her lips. “And I think you need me too.” She presses closer and kisses me again, and this time there’s nothing tentative about it. She kisses me like survival itself, tongue lashing mine, nails biting into my shoulders as if I’m her only anchor. She grinds against my cock, frantic with need.
She’s different tonight, driven by something I don’t understand.
“Blair—”
“Please,” she whispers against my mouth. “Just... please, Lachlan. Kiss me. Make love to me.”
Like I could say no to that.
I claim her mouth with mine, one hand gripping her hip, pulling her even tighter against me, and the other trailing along her collarbone, following the water beading down her skin. The kiss grows hotter, deeper, until her hands are tugging at my clothes. I help her strip them off me—T-shirt, joggers, boxers—until I’m bare before her.
She gazes at me hungrily, then she brings her hands to my chest, rubbing them over my pecs and down my torso. One hand wraps around my cock and gives me a couple of hard pumps, and my knees nearly buckle. I tear her towel off her, and fuck me. Her small tits bounce free, nipples already tight. My gaze drags lower: pale skin smooth all the way down to the golden curls between her thighs, already slick and begging for me.
“Christ, lass,” I mutter.
I cup her tits, circling her nipples until she’s moaning my name. Lowering my head, I take one into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing with my tongue. She arches against me, a gasptearing from her throat. Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me there. When her gasps turn to moans, I switch to her other tit, lavishing the same attention before letting go with a wet pop.
“Come here,” she breathes, eyes burning with desire as she pulls me down with her to the cool tiles.
“Here? Not the bed?”
“Here,” she confirms, lying back. She draws her knees up towards her chest, opening herself for me, her pink folds glistening.
I can’t hold back. I drop between her legs and lean over her, my cock nudging at her pussy—not pushing in yet, just sliding through her wetness. The scent of her arousal hits me, sweet and heady. My hands roam her waist, her hips, down her thighs.
“Ready?”
Her eyes lock on mine, and she nods. “Yes.”
That’s all I need. I push forwards, slow but steady, sinking into her until I’m in as far as I can go. Her eyes flutter shut, and a groan rips from my chest. Christ, she’s so tight, gripping me all the way.
“Okay?” I manage, searching her face. It’s deeper like this, with her knees tucked up.
She opens her eyes. “It’s perfect.”
