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“Yes,” I gasped.
His middle finger dipped inside of me, colder than my core and just big enough to fill me with toe-curling satisfaction.Eight.
He started to move in and out, and I saw stars in my vision. He had his finger hooked up, hitting an electric spot that I didn’t even know existed. Every time he grazed it, I let loose an exhale that ended in a soft moan. The flicks and twists he lavished on my nipples were driving me to the brink of insanity. Behind closed eyes, I imagined the cliff looming closer and closer.
Then his thumb found my clit, and I bucked. He pressed hard, and the wet sound of his finger driving in and out of me acted like a runaway train toward my climax.Nine!My core ratcheted so tight, I was afraid I would break.Too much. Too close.
Suddenly panicked, I sat up.
Lachlan stopped abruptly and his hands were around the sides of my ribs, steadying me. He looked me over with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I—” My breaths were coming fast, and I felt myself winding back down after I’d been so close to the edge. I felt my face crumble with disappointment and shame. “I have to tell you something.”
“Okay,” he looked me up and down. His dusty eyebrows were tipped up with worry.
“I can’t… finish.” He tilted his head, trying to understand. I brought my knees to my forehead, my fingers clutching the roots of my hair. I couldn’t look him in the eye when I said it. “I can’t orgasm. During sex.”
He made a derisive sound. I looked up, frowning. He had a “yeah right” look on his face. “Like hell you can’t.”
“No, really,” I rubbed my forehead, and then winced when my fingers snagged on the bandage. “I’ve tried. I tried a lot. I can count on my hand the number of times I’ve tried and barely gotten there myself. Honestly, I just stopped trying after years with Ja—years of let down, I guess.” I gave him an apologetic look. “I should have said something. But I thought maybe it would be fun even without an orgasm, but it wasn’t. It was just making me…” I stalled, searching for the words.
“Frustrated,” he filled in. “But close.” He looked confident. Sure of his words. “You panicked because you were almost there, and your brain has you convinced you can’t.”
I shook my head. “It’s not something I convinced myself of. I think it’s my body. It’s weird or broken.”
“Who told you that?” he asked. There was a scalpel-sharp edge to the question.
“No one,” I hedged.
“Twatface,” Lachlan muttered. I gave him round eyes. “Not you,” he said, and thentsked. “Your pissant ex-husband. What, is his dick two inches tall that he had to blame you for his fumbling inexperience? Unbelievable.”
I blinked, letting him rant. Was he right? Had Jason been impatient with me?
“Let me show you,” he said. I stared at him. Guilty. Angry with myself. Frustrated. He took my chin between his fingers. “Let me show you.”
I swallowed hard. This was doomed to failure. When he couldn’t succeed, he would get angry with me. He’d tell me what to do, and when it didn’t yield any results, I’d end up finding a way to gratify him in whatever ways exhausted his anger with me. And then I’d have to hear how broken I am again.
“Laurel” he said, undeterred. “I have a prescription for you. Are you ready?”
I rested my head on my arms, trying to radiate how sorry I was.
“Close your eyes.”
With a sigh, I obeyed. I supposed I’d started this. We’d just have to get it over with so he could find his release, too, and I could pretend it never happened. I’d go back to my boring, exhausting life as a single mom, and I’d do my best to forget about the only two days of safety and comfort I’d known in years.
Packages rustled. Paper crinkled. Then he pressed soft fabric against my eyes. “Hold this,” he said.
I sat up, pressing my fingers against the cloth, and realized it was a long rectangle of gauze. The stretch of adhesive bandages sounded through the room, and then he had it pressed against the gauze.
Dr. Cade twisted the adhesive bandage around my head and blindfolded me.
Twelve
Laurel
My heart did a double tempo.
I felt Lachlan’s hands start down at my ankles, and slowly, achingly slowly, they smoothed their way up the inside of my legs. Just as he reached the apex of my thighs, he veered away, sliding his fingers up my hips, over my ribs, and gently eased me onto my back. I settled into the soft mattress, blind to what he thought, blind to what I looked like or how this might look in broad daylight. Even my ears were somewhat muffled by the band.
