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Her breath hitched. I exhaled a laugh. Sure, I was the good guy. To a point.
The yoga session was only half an hour, but I was pleasantly surprised at how much Laurel had seemed to enjoy it. When the instructor thanked us for joining her and invited us to come back, Laurel did a commendable job of looking like she “definitely” wanted to do that. I let out a “pfft,” and draped her over my shoulder to take her back to the truck.
“Dinner at my place sound good?” I asked as I plopped her off my shoulder and onto the seat.
She gusted out a breath, her frizzy hair curling around her temples in little wisps. She put her hands on my shoulders as I leaned into her, my fingers ghosting down her hips. Her up-tilted eyes fluttered slightly, glazing over with undisguised desire.
I leaned closer, drawn to her like the tides to the moon. My nose brushed against the side of hers. “Yes? No?”
“Hm? Oh,” she whispered, her lips leaning toward mine. “Yeah.”
I fought against a smile. I fitted my bottom lip between the seam of hers, and as she inhaled with a little gasp, my blood went hot like I’d been left in the sun to boil. My hands skimmed up her body to her neck where I cupped the base of her head and slanted my mouth over hers.
Laurel moaned, and her breasts pressed against my chest as she leaned into me. Jesus, God. I didn’t think kissing could taste this good. Like sugar and cinnamon—like she was every sweet thing she loved to eat.
“Lach?” she whispered, her eyes still closed and her lips moving against mine.
“Hm?”
“Drive fast.”
Eighteen
Laurel
We barely made it through the garage door before Lachlan had his hands on my body again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself against him and onto my tiptoes, and he used my momentum to grasp my waist and hoist me up against his body. His hands smoothed down my ass, gripping tightly, and then he hitched my legs up around his waist. I locked my ankles and sank into the silkiest, most desperate kiss of all time. I wanted him so much it sizzled me from the inside out.
Lachlan kissed me like a man starved. His lips moved over mine, soft and then hard, pushing and then pulling back in a teasing chase. His tongue dove between my lips and started a rhythm that promised the sweetest release. My muscles, already sore from yoga, clenched around him in needy anticipation.
Lachlan moved us further into the house, kissing me with driving passion that made my head swim. I didn’t want it to end. I could kiss him for hours. Days. And how did he taste good? Who tasted good after goat yoga? He tasted like chocolate mint.
The house had fallen dark under an overcast sky, and as he carried me into the kitchen, I was dimly aware that we were cloaked in a pale, gray light from the shaded forest above the skylight windows. Lachlan lowered me to the ground, and although my lips followed his, he pulled back and smoothed this thumb under my swollen lower lip. “Go to the atrium. I’ll meet you there in two minutes.” His voice, low and brimming with husky dominance pulsed through me like an electric charge. “Laurel?”
“Huh?” I panted.
“Naked.”
“Okay,” I breathed with a smile.
My feet carried me backwards, reluctant to leave him, and then I skipped down the stairs, through the tall, open living room, and to the left where the glass-encased indoor porch had been built. The white comforter was still draped over the couch in a careless slump, and I leveraged my shoes off with toes on heels as I unzipped my jacket. Hastily, I yanked my tank off my torso, and then shimmied out of my yoga pants with nervous energy vibrating from my heart all the way to my fingers and toes. I stood there in my sports bra, cute, lacy underwear, and socks.
Did he mean, like… all way naked?
I looked down at my underwear. It was my cutest pair—black lace boy shorts exposing my cheeks in a flattering way, crossed with stretchy, “X” strings up my hips. Seemed like a waste to just shuck them off, so I took off my neon yellow sports bra and then clambered on the couch and wrapped the blanket around me. Outside, the forest wavered with shadows as the branches danced on a building breeze that promised rain.
Lachlan came down the steps in a pair of black boxer briefs, and my mouth lost every ounce of moisture left in it. The dusky evening light cast delicious shadows on every rippling dip and peak of his contoured body, and half his face turned to the shadows of the darkened house. In his hand, he had several items, but I didn’t see what they were before he tossed them all on the side table.
He walked around to the large, tufted ottoman, and with one shove of his foot, smashed it against the couch.
Play area. Nice.
His light eyes found mine with a sharp hook. “Okay, I drove fast,” he said with a curve of his lips. “Now what?”
I huddled under the blankets, drinking him in with a blank brain. “Uhm. I have no idea.”
“No idea?” he asked, walking around the couch to stand at the arm behind me. His hands started to massage my shoulders, and I felt my eyes flutter closed with satisfied calm. He bent down to feather a kiss under my earlobe. Goose bumps exploded over my arms. “Think, cutie.”
I hitched in a breath. “I want… your fantasy.”
