Page 69 of Lachlan in a Kilt


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"Hell with it." I grasp her hip with one palm, the showerhead clasped in my other hand. "I'd ask what ye were thinking of just now, but ye gave me a good clue when ye shouted my name."

She ducks her head, and her chin almost touches her chest.

I brush my cheek against hers. "Don't be embarrassed. I've climaxed while daydreaming of you too."

She peeks up at me. "Really?"

"Aye."

"I like that." When I run my thumb over the sweet spot just next to her hip bone, she tilts her head up. "I'm glad you're here."

"Cannae stay away." I should be able to do that, but I can't, not with her. "I donnae know why, it's never happened to me before. I…missed you."

She rakes her fingers through my hair. "I missed you too."

I make a rough sound deep in my throat, part lust, part raw emotion. She missed me. I love hearing her say that, and for tonight, I won't worry about what that means.

I snap the showerhead into its clip on the wall. "Ye won't be needing this anymore."

Flipping her around, I crush her to the wall with my body and nudge her feet apart. Her mouth has fallen open, and her breaths come faster. I'm breathing harder too, so desperate to feel her around me that I can't think about anything except fucking her. I push one hand in front of her to work her clit, already swollen and slick for me. She rocks into my caress, slapping her palms on the tile wall while I pinch her nub.

She cries out.

I rub harder. "I need you, Erica."

Cannae hold back anymore. I pull my hips back and drive into her.

She throws her head back.

I growl into her ear, "Ye've got to be mine, only mine."

No time to examine what I just said. Lust has me in its scorching grip, and I slam into her again, pumping with relentless force and speed. She gouges her nails into the tile walls while our sharp breaths reverberate around us and wet skin slaps against wet skin. The scent of her arousal fills my senses even through the steamy haze of the water sluicing over us. My heels lift off the floor with every thrust, flattening her against the wall.

"Erica," I growl, dropping my chin to her shoulder. Words burst out of me, punctuated by grunts. "Ah, God,mo leannan, yer so soft and sweet and—och!"

"Don't stop, please."

"I willnae." With our bodies glued together, I pound into her harder, faster, teetering on the edge of climax. "Come fer me now,gràidh."

"Lachlan, yes!" Her inner muscles clench me over and over.

Bod an Donais, her orgasm hurtles me over the edge too. Mybagaisslap on her erse as I unleash everything inside her body, my feral cries resonating off the walls. I sag against her back, my lips on her shoulder. "Now that's how you scream my name."

"A shower was supposed to relax me."

I lift her hand to kiss the palm. "Are you saying I haven't relaxed you?"

"Oh, you sure did. Just not in the way I'd planned." She wriggles around to face me. "We probably scared Casey half to death with our caterwauling."

"Men don't caterwaul. We give masculine shouts of appreciation."

She holds my face in her hands and kisses me. It's a raw, primal kiss that leaves us both breathless. We ravage each other's mouth while I grope every inch of her body and she does the same to me. I never want the kiss to end, but we'll both pass out from lack of oxygen if we don't stop.

We peel our lips apart.

Moments ago, I said I wanted her to be mine and only mine. Should I tell her I didn't mean it? But I did mean those words, and I don't want to lie to her. I can't assure her I was speaking the truth either, though, because she'll think I want more than four weeks with her.

Aye, I do want more. Much more.

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