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I broke.
With a deep cry of shock, I threw back my head, closed my eyes, and felt the waves break and break and break. I shattered into a thousand pieces as my climax arched my back and pulled my knees back.
Lachlan rode the waves with his fingers, slowing his pace until they were a soothing massage, dragging the last of my pleasure from my clenching center.
Sweat covered my body in a transparent film, and I brought my hands to my chest, covering my heart as I stared in pure astonishment at the wood beams on the ceiling. I was pretty sure my soul had fled my body and was hanging from the rafters up there.
Lachlan pulled himself over top of me, settling his erection against the cleft of my legs and sending a new, heavier wave of desire through me. He grinned like a cat.
I just stared, too stunned to say anything.
He wiped his mouth on his shoulder, still grinning. “What was that? You can’t what?”
“I didn’t think I could,” I said, still radiating awe.
“Babe,” he bent his head to whisper a kiss across my jawline. “You’re an atomic bomb chock-full of latent sexuality.” He captured my stare with his own. “You’re not some enigma. Actually,” he looked away, as if amazed himself, “you’re fucking perfect.” He searched my face. “Do you believe me?”
“I think so.”
He clicked his tongue, eyes rolling heavenward. “I guess I’ll just have to show you again.”
I gave him a sly look. “Only if you take your clothes off. I feel like I’ve been gypped.”
“Gypped?” he asked, rearing up with false accusation. “Miss Brook. How dare you. I just gave you a tongue-lashing of epic proportions, and you feelgypped?”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m greedy.”
He bent down and kissed my lips softly, but I felt how his hands shook at my sides. He had to be going crazy, but he didn’t let it show, otherwise. “How about you take them off for me,” he suggested.
Giddiness bubbled through me.My hands? Peel his clothes off? Can I be that lucky?
He sat up, and I followed, running my hands up the hard planes of his stomach and chest. My hands slid under his lab coat and pushed the sleeves away from his shoulders. His eyes stayed fixed to mine, riveted on my expressions.
I panted slightly, already revving up with desire as I pushed his lab coat down his arms where it slid away and pooled on the bed. Lachlan did me a solid and loosened his tie, his hard, amber eyes promising dark things.
I looped the tie over his head and tossed it to the ground.
Then, button by button, I started to open his white shirt, exposing every firm contour of his chest, and then the clenching abdominal muscles that led to his belted slacks. I marveled. He was pure perfection. Glorious, untainted, sizzling perfection. I pushed his shirt away, too, reveling in how his skin glowed in the afternoon sun.
How was I supposed to give this man pleasure the way he had just done for me? I felt like a bumbling impostor. This wasn’t supposed to be my life—I didn’t get to spend hours on hours with a Grecian god.
Lachlan flicked his shirt away, and then his hand cupped my jaw. “You’re thinking again.”
I sighed, smoothing my hands over his skin. He was like a pastry. A firm, just-baked, buttery pastry. I wanted to bite him.
His thumb ran along my bottom lip, as if he knew what I wanted. I bit down lightly on his thumb, lifting my lashes to gauge his reaction. His eyes were cold, glittering gold. “Harder.”
I sucked his thumb into my mouth, and then I bit. Harder.
He inhaled sharply, but his attention never wavered. “Good girl.” A shudder convulsed through me, straight to my core. He slid his thumb from my mouth, and then sat back on his heels. “What do you want, Laurel? Your mind knew what you wanted this afternoon when you were alone with me in your thoughts. Use me.”
Images flashed through my head. Medical instruments. His teeth on my breasts. His powerful cock slamming into me while I lay on the exam table. I stared at him, unable to utter a single word of it. It was too obscene. But then again,hewas obscene. With his dark blond hair disheveled to the side, and his wide, angled jaw that followed a smooth line down his thick, corded neck,hehad always been dirty, forbidden desire.
I licked my lips and rose up on my knees to rest my forearms on his shoulders. My fingers tickled the nape of his neck, and he shuddered an exhale. I hovered my lips just below his ear. “I want you to bend me over something, spank me, and tell me I’ve been a very bad patient. And then I want you to fuck me like I deserve.”
His hands settled on my waist, and he let out the first, low groan I had heard from him. “Jesus wept.”
I pulled away and gave him an austere look. “Jesus can’t save you from those thoughts, Lach.”
