“Honestly, I’m not quite sure how I’ll handle you …”
“Feasting on your pussy?” Lachlan asked with a devilish grin. “Why don’t we find out?” He took a step back, lowering her legs to the floor, then gripped the edges of her yoga pants and panties, waiting for her permission.
A force beyond her control triggered the slightest nod of her head. Two seconds later, Lachlan was crouched low next to her feet, lifting her legs from the garments. He tossed them onto the floor, then gripped her hips as his head dipped between her thighs.
He inhaled her. “Fuck, you smell the same. The sweet scent that only visited me in my dreams, torturing me when I’d wake up and you weren’t there.”
All her resistance to being Brittany Freeman was vanishing like smoke carried away on a hurricane-force wind. She didn’t have most of her memories, but she couldn’t deny how right itfelt to be with Lachlan just like this. She wished like hell that she could remember what it felt like to have his tongue on her, enthralling her, pushing her over the edge of ecstasy. But could any of those memories compete with the real thing happening now? She didn’t think so.
“I’m here now,” Britt whispered. A boldness from a place she couldn’t identify rifled through her as she lifted one leg over his shoulder, closing the distance between his lips and the object of his desire.
“That’s my Britt,” Lachlan damn near growled. He squeezed one ass cheek as he jerked her forward. His ragged breath teased and tantalized her wet sex as his laser-focused gaze discovered how much she wanted him. “You’re so fucking wet.” He dragged a finger slowly against her sensitive flesh, then stared at his moist finger in awe. “You want me almost as bad as I want you,” Lachlan announced, then licked and sucked her essence from his finger. “I can’t wait to lick your beautiful cunt and remind you that you belong to me. You are mine. Always.”
His words tattooed on her heart as he spoke, becoming her truth. A new memory all their own. One that could not be denied. She wanted to surrender to his certainty. But admitting he was right felt too reckless. As though it would jinx her from getting the answer she wanted from the DNA test, ruining any chance of getting the life she wanted.
But nothing could take this moment away from her.
Lachlan gripped her waist, hoisting her higher with a strength she couldn’t understand, and coaxed her to drape her other leg over his shoulder. He contorted his body like an acrobat, maneuvering their positions until her back was against the floor, and he was nestled between her legs at the perfect angle to do the best kind of damage. His tongue dragged slowly along her slit, sending an electric tremor through her body. Shebit down on her bottom lip, bracing herself for what was coming next.
With a deliberate and deliciously slow pace, Lachlan’s tongue explored every inch of her sex with reverent precision. He licked her center with a ruthlessness that left her dizzy and aching for release. Every nerve ending in her body sparked to life. He hummed against her flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves to her core. The man knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, where to apply pressure. He knew her body better than she did.
“I’m so … close … ” Britt whispered through panted breaths.
“Trust me. I know,” Lachlan said with a cocky smirk she couldn’t see but could definitely feel.
“You remember this,” he murmured against her slick heat. Not a question. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it, applying delicious pressure.
She gasped, sucking in a deep breath as her hips bucked involuntarily, followed by a series of shudders washing over her.
“Stay still,” he commanded. The authority in his voice made her wetter. The warm softness of his mouth circled her clit in an intoxicating pattern before sucking it between his lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding him tighter as she rode the undulating waves of rapture.
She had no memory of being intimate with anyone but couldn’t imagine she’d ever felt anything this good. And before the thought could take root, Lachlan’s tongue plunged inside her as he fucked her with his mouth, establishing a rhythm that had her climbing toward an explosive release. Her thighs trembled against his shoulder as she rocked softly against his mouth, chasing her orgasm.
“Take over, you know you want to,” Lachlan commanded, briefly breaking contact. “You’re not shy, Britt. I’ve got you.”
Britt’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging with urgent need as she pushed his face harder against her clit. Her hipsmoved of their own accord, grinding against his face as she went blind from the pleasure building within her. Each sensation was familiar yet brand new—her body remembering what her mind couldn’t. Her movements were calculated and coordinated, focused on a single goal as she bucked against his tongue. Her breaths were ragged. Whimpers low and muffled. Every ounce of her concentration zeroed in on claiming the fierce orgasm unfurling within her. There was no wasted energy on wild moans or feral screams to distract her from the task at hand. She pressed her mound harder against his face, riding him until her eyes flung open in shock. Her back arched, her spine tingled, and her muscles tensed as an explosive orgasm ripped from her body from head to toe. She barely registered Lachlan’s tightening grip on her hips as the aftershocks of the orgasm hit her harder and harder until she collapsed, totally spent.
“That’s my Britt,” Lachlan said huskily, peppering her neck with kisses. He shifted her limp body into a more comfortable position as she struggled to get her brain to function properly.
Kissing her softly on the nose, Lachlan said, “You should get comfortable. You’re staying with us tonight.”
And the words he didn’t say hung between them.
She knew she’d be staying with them every night after this one, too.
Chapter 30
The SUV’s passenger door slammed before Lachlan put the vehicle in park. Britt strode along the curved sidewalk to the compound’s double steel door entrance, hands rifling through her purse as she looked for the one thing she needed to get inside.
Lachlan inhaled deeply and flipped the dark gray metal card etched with a stingray between his fingers. He’d seen Britt like this many times—frustrated, impatient, and determined as hell to get what she wanted. If he didn’t talk her off the ledge, she might implode, especially since, right now, he knew her better than she knew herself.
Lachlan cut the engine, exited the SUV, and jogged up the sidewalk to catch up with her. “Britt! Wait!”
“I don’t want to wait,” she snapped, almost dumping the sparse contents of her purse onto the sidewalk. “Where is that stupid card?”
Lachlan held it up. The sun glinted off the metal surface, sending a warm ray across Britt’s face. She was more beautiful than he remembered and more feisty, too. Or maybe he was rusty. Either way, the experience of watching her personality re-emerge at breakneck speed was surreal. Especially since she still wasn’t quite convinced she was truly Britt Freeman.
“Give it to me,” Britt demanded.
