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Evidently, I’d finally smacked the big red button of no return. My tongue was tied by the carnal look in his eyes, the man suddenly so possessive that I was mesmerized. Dampness slipped between my legs, the scent of my desire unmistakable.
“Be careful what you do, my sweet Lark. Every choice you make has consequences.”
The desire was there but as usual, his antagonistic remark caused me to react involuntarily. Without thinking about it, I followed through with my original plan, cracking my palm across his face. The sound was more jarring for me than it was for the gloating man.
I could tell by the look in his eyes he’d wanted me to risk his wrath. He’d goaded me as well. We were like oil and water, but the jolts of current were undeniable.
He took a deep breath, moving his jaw back and forth. As it the close-range slap had caused him that much pain. The man was far too suave as he pulled the hand that had smacked him close to his lips, kissing my palm. Everything about him was unnerving.
When he let it go, he shook his head far too slowly. “Tsk. Tsk, sweet Lark. You’ll be punished for that.”
His hold was firm and as he dragged me closer, forcing me onto my toes, I couldn’t react quickly. When I finally eased from the fog seconds later, I smashed my palm against his chest, furious that I was tingling all over. The tone of his voice was darker, his accent creating a bubbling wave of need.
He fisted my hair with his other hand, yanking until I was forced to gaze into his shimmering eyes. The man wasn’t used to being challenged. I’d played my hand and I’d failed. As he crushed his mouth over mine, a part of me wanted to continue fighting him, but the feel of his soft lips was too intense. My heart beat rapidly, my vision foggy but there was no mistaking the jarring electricity. We could become combustible together.
I found myself clinging to his shirt, daring to allow the tip of my index finger to brush his heated skin, the touch searing. His hunger was explosive, and he thrust his tongue past my pursed lips. The way his fingers dug into my scalp was another indication he had every intention of making good on his promise.
Lachlan forced me to arch my back, driving the thick bulge against my stomach. He was rock hard, throbbing to the point tremors skipped down the back of my legs. The taste of scotch was mixed with a hint of spearmint, the combination irresistible.
The butterflies in my stomach remained, the quick stepping of my pulse as well, but the rush of warmth between my legs was calling the shots. He was everything I wanted to hate. Dominant. Arrogant. Confident. But I couldn’t ignore the explosion of tiny firecrackers going off throughout my body.
His actions became more aggressive, pushing me into a blinding moment where sin and rationality collide. And he knew it. When he finally broke the kiss, he yanked my head back even more, his heated breath skipping along my jawline.
As soon as he released his hold on my wrist, I allowed my arm to drift to his groin. I bit back a laugh as I rolled it back and forth across his shaft, wishing his clothes would suddenly disappear.
I’d heard men growl before at football games, their testosterone getting the better of them. But the husky, animalistic sound he emitted was a pure cry from a savage predator. I was as thrown by the guttural tone as I was by the liquid velvet of his voice. He did things to me that no man ever had.
And I hated myself for it.
I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing, still shocked he had this kind of power over me. It had been impossible not to think about the way he’d made me feel, forcing me to question my desires.
He dragged his tongue around my mouth then down one side of my neck. Sensations continued to build, so much so I felt wobbly. I wasn’t paying any attention when he finally let go of my hair, concentrating on the way his thick strands felt between my fingers. Only when I sensed he was pulling away did I open and blink several times, trying to focus.
There was an urgency to his actions as he rubbed both hands down my sides, crawling the hem of my dress up by several inches. He wasn’t the kind of man to be told no, yanking it over my head and tossing the unwanted material aside. The look of hunger on his face exploded into something else, his eyes now hooded from lust.
He cupped my naked breasts, squeezing as he brushed his thumbs back and forth across my already aching nipples. I was lightheaded enough I was forced to grip his arms. There was just something so powerful about a man who’d rolled up their sleeves. I tried to stay focused, keeping my eyes locked on his, but when he pinched my nipples between his fingers, the rush of pain drove me straight into a moment of bliss.
“I will enjoy breaking down your defenses.” His voice was as commanding as before, giving me no alternative.
I’d never felt so vulnerable or so excited and when he spun me around, pushing me over the edge of the pool table, whimpers escaped my mouth. My feet were dangling, my toes barely touching the floor.
He pressed the full weight of his body over mine, taking one arm then the other, placing them above my head. “I can see you’re going to learn lessons the hard way. That’s fine. I know how to handle that. Why did you do that, Lark?”
How did he have the ability to make me feel sexy and wanted while also bringing the bad little girl to the surface?
“I don’t know, sir.”
“I believe you do. Be honest with yourself.”
He was asking me to dig deep inside myself, exposing the girl no one knew about. “I… can’t.” There was something far too comforting about having him on top of me, protecting me from all the evils of the world. That was ridiculous.
“Yes, you can. I have faith in you.” He used his face to slide my hair away from my neck, pressing a single kiss against my jaw. “Whatever the reason, I won’t make fun of you.”
Damn him for acting like he cared. I cinched my eyes shut, embarrassed that the girl who was never at a loss for words couldn’t find the right ones. So, I blurted out what was on the tip of my tongue.
“I’m afraid.”
“Of?” he asked quietly.
