“Grabbing your hair when you go down on me.” She slipped her hands through the silky strands. She felt drunk on him, on this reunion of bodies and souls. “You like that, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it.” Lachlan pushed her down onto the bed. Britt gasped, falling back onto the mattress.
“And I’ll show you how much.” He knelt before her, spreading her legs wide with his hands. His thumbs traced delicate patterns on her inner thighs.
Anticipation coiled tight in her belly.
“I’m going to fucking worship every inch of you … all … night … long,” he finished, his voice rough with desire.
He slid one finger through her slick folds, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," he murmured, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Always so ready for me. Only me.” He palmed her mound, reclaiming an ownership that was never lost. His finger plunged back and forth inside of her as his thumb took over, stroking her clit. His movements carefully orchestrated as if playing an instrument he’d mastered long ago. She spasmed with pleasure, riding the crescendo building within her.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, clutching his arms.
But he did, torturing her as she waited for more.
“I can do much better than this,” Lachlan promised.
Britt peeked her head up just as his disappeared between her thighs. When his mouth found her center, she clutched the sheets, swallowing the moan clogging her throat. The first brush of his tongue sent shockwaves through her as he tasted her deeply. Her legs quivered. Back arched. Head thrashed against the mattress. Lachlan’s mouth worked magic—slow, deliberate strokes built to a frenzied pace. Her body was out of control, every nerve singing.
"Lachlan," she gasped, panting loudly. Pressure built inside her, a gathering storm. The world blurred. He held nothing back, the moans against her skin, hurling her into the midst of the most intense orgasm of her life. She came hard, clutching his head, as she writhed and bucked against his mouth. He didn’trelent, flicking and licking against her sensitive spot until she was seeing stars, caught in a hurricane-force pleasure whipping her to and fro. As the tremors subsided, she melted onto the mattress, her eyes fluttering. Lachlan smiled at her—the sexy grin that sent her heart soaring.
“And that was just the first of many to come,” Lachlan said, kissing her softly around her belly button. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
Britt laughed. “I was born ready.” She was desperate for reality to put her memories to shame.
He winked at her as he crawled up the length of her body, careful not to touch her, hovering above her. The Celtic trinity knot dangled over her. She reached for it, caressing the silver between her fingers. Another memory flashed in her mind.
“Your father gave this to you. You were twelve, right? The little shop in Edinburgh where the owner handmade each one.”
His eyes grew wide, glistening as she spoke.
“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed her.
She tasted herself on his lips—intimate and intoxicating. His presence was overwhelming—the heat of him, the scent of him, the need between them thick and charged. She ached to have him inside her. As their tongues tangled, Britt whispered against his mouth, “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his tip teasing her slick heat. Their eyes locked as he pushed forward slowly, filling her inch by exquisite inch, his weight a delicious pressure.
Britt's eyes fluttered closed at the exquisite fullness, the perfect fit. It was almost too much—this closeness after so long. She felt the nearness of him everywhere, heightening every sensation. Her body remembered his, welcomed him home.
"You feel even better than I remembered.” Lachlan’s words hung in the air as he stilled for a moment, buried deep in her, giving her time to adjust. She shifted beneath him, molding andconfirming to the stretch of him. His forehead pressed against hers. Their breaths mingled, hot and desperate.
“You okay?” Lachlan asked.
“I’m perfect. You’re perfect. We are … perfect,” Britt said, swiping at a tear that slid down her face. “Being with you like this … it’s so natural and right. How could I not remember more of you? More of this?”
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips, the sensations overwhelming her as she dug her heels into Lachlan’s back, pulling him closer. She needed all of him, needed to make up for lost time.
“Don’t worry about the past,” Lachlan said, kissing away her tears. “We’re about to make new memories, better ones. That’s a promise.”
She nodded, unable to speak. She clutched his shoulders as he began to move. Each thrust triggered flickers of more memories and moments, but none better than the ecstasy she felt right now.
She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper.
“Lachlan … harder … come on, baby … don’t hold back,” she said.
That was all it took.
He moved faster. Each thrust plunged deeper and utterly consumed her. She rocked against him, meeting his every motion with equal fervor. The rhythm was primal and intense—a promise of recommitment to never lose each other again.
