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I nodded, biting my lip. “I do.”
He rubbed and circled until I rocked into his hand, begging his fingers to release the ache building inside me. I didn’t give a damn about emails anymore.
He nipped at my ear, plunging a finger, hilting it as far as he could. I sighed into his back, riding out the rhythm.
“Get on the bed,” he whispered in my ear.
I did as he asked, moving to the center of the king-size bed. I watched with anticipation as he stepped out of a pair of jeans and threw his shirt on the floor. He had an unbelievable body. A body that had taken me to new heights this morning. A body that was getting ready to rip pleasure through me again.
He crawled toward me, stopping to kiss my ankle and tender spots along my leg. I shivered with each heated touch from his lips.
Everything he did made me wet. He eyed me with desire. He touched me with fever. He kissed me, moaning in a low, sexy tone, as if promising there was something even better yet to come. But I couldn’t process any of it. All I could do was exist in this haze of lust, skin, and sweat. I couldn’t think beyond Lachlan’s kisses. I couldn’t see beyond the blackness in his eyes. I couldn’t feel beyond the strokes of his fingers between my legs.
He snapped the lace along my panties and I felt a rush of cool air breeze over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
His wolfish grin was enough to make me think I was out of my league. This man was a sex god. He didn’t do anything by accident. No touch was by chance. No words were uncalculated. He had me exactly where he wanted. And he knew it.
“How much did you like what I did to you this morning?” he asked, tugging the panties against my thighs.
I licked my lips. “More than I can describe.” Good God, my voice was raspy and unrecognizable. Was it possible he had turned me into a sex goddess from one good roll in the hay?
He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered at the impact of his rough stubble. It was like the trailer before a movie. I knew what was coming next.
His lips moved to my folds, separating them with the tip of his tongue. I groaned as he worked the last bits of fabric over my ankles.
“So fucking wet, love.” He lapped between my legs.
And I lost it. I couldn’t say another word. I rocked and pulsed. Whimpered and moaned. While Lachlan owned me. His tongue claimed me. His mouth devoured me, sucking and licking until the vibrations started in my legs and ricocheted to my spine.
I fisted my hands through his dark hair, tugging for more. Needing to bring him on this ride with me. “Oh God,” I whimpered.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find balance or gravity. Every part of my soul was levitating as the orgasm possessed my veins and muscles with quick shocks that soon turned to soothing waves of heat.
His tongue fired over my clit again and I felt my body clench with another spasm as a second orgasm took over.
Lachlan’s mouth sank into mine, breathing heavy breaths with me as I writhed under the pressure of his body. I felt the sweet taste of my sex on his tongue. The warmth of his lips.
I thought I would explode from the sensations tearing through me. I no longer felt the swelling rush of the orgasm. Instead, something else had taken over. I was fueled by a new kind of need. A need for Lachlan to be a part of me. To give him undeniable pleasure. To give him something as epic as he had given me.
My body pulsed, knowing how much I craved him. Knowing that I needed his cock buried inside me.
I looked in his eyes, afraid to speak. Afraid to ruin the current running between us.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
And I felt it. I felt beautiful and sexy lying in his arms with the anticipation of his promises ahead of me.
“But I’m not finished,” he growled.
My chest rose as he traveled toward my nipple and sucked it between his teeth. My back arched off the bed, straining to handle the pressure.
“All of this is mine.” He moved to the other side. “Spread your legs.”
I didn’t argue. I wanted to give myself to him. I widened my knees as Lachlan began to rub the tip of his cock between my folds, coating the head in my juices.
