Control was safety. Control was survival.
But right now, pinned beneath Lochlan Molloy, I don't want control. I want to let go. And that terrifies me almost as much as it thrills me.
His breath is warm against my skin, his hungry lips scorching a path over my collarbone and down to my breasts. He captures one nipple between his tongue and teeth, suckling gently. He doesn’t rush. He takes his time to see and feel where I'm sensitive, what makes me gasp, and what makes my hands fly to his hair and grip hard because he’s unleashed sensations I never knew I could experience.
“That's it.” His voice vibrates against my skin. “Let me hear you.”
I've always been quiet in bed. Controlled… shocker. I never wanted to seem needy or feel self-conscious that I was “doing it wrong.” I’d cringe at the thought of dirty talk. Even the idea of it made me feel silly, definitely not sexy.
But Lochlan is determined to pull every sound out of me. And I'm too far gone to stop him.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and drags them to my ankles. I pull my legs out of them one at a time. Then he sits back and just... looks at me.
I'm completely naked. He's still dressed in his pants. The power imbalance should make me feel uncomfortable.
It doesn’t.
“Jesus.” He shakes his head slowly. “You have no idea, do you?”
“No idea of what?” I whisper.
“How fucking gorgeous you are.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my hip. “All those men who never told you. Never showed you. Never came back for more.”
Another kiss, lower. “They were idiots. Every single one of them.”
Kiss. “Idiots.”
Kiss. “And now you're mine.”
The possessiveness should annoy me. I'm not a thing. I'm not something to be claimed.
But the way he says it,mine, like it's a privilege, not a right...
Fuck, I just melt.
He settles himself between my thighs. I start to protest, my legs closing. “You don't have to?—"
“Stop telling me what I don't have to do.” His eyes meet mine and the words die on my tongue. “I want to taste you. I've been thinking about it for days. So just lie back and let me.”
He grips my legs, lowering his head. I cry out at the first touch of his tongue as it sweeps over my slit. My hips drive up off the mattress, thrusting toward his hungry mouth, beckoning him. His tongue flicks my clit, suckling it gently at first. Then he launches a full-on assault until it pulses and throbs, short-circuiting my brain for a few blissful seconds.
“That's it. So good. Just like that,” he murmurs in between the bursts of euphoria that consume me.
The words wind through me, stoking the flames. No one has ever talked to me like this. No one has ever made me feel like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered.
“Lochlan,” My voice is wrecked. “I'm going to?—”
“I know. Let go. I've got you.”
The orgasm tears through me. I come apart in his hands, in his mouth, shaking, gasping, completely out of control for the first time in longer than I can remember.
When was the last time I let go like this? When was the last time I trusted someone enough to be this vulnerable?
Never. The answer is never.
“Beautiful,” he says once my body settles. He kisses his way back up the length of my torso, and there's a glimmer of something in his eyes that makes my chest ache. And not just lust. Something deeper. Something that scares the hell out of me.
He strips off his pants and boxer briefs. And God help me, he's... a lot. Built like he was designed to make women lose their minds. Hardeverywhere.
