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I exhaled hard, staring at him with my arms stretched above my head. “You don’t mean like… without my fingers at all? Or yours?”
His brows bounced up almost imperceptibly.
I puffed out a laugh. “That’s a myth.”
Lachlan considered me with liquid gold eyes. “Oh, Miss Brook. You should not have said that.”
My heart trilled with excitement.
“Do you trust me, Laurel?”
I ran my bottom lip through my teeth, considering his gentle, confident gaze. “Yes. I trust you.”
“Then spread your legs for me.”
I separated my knees, feeling the cold air hit sensitive flesh, and I gasped with pleasure as his fingers found my sensitive nerves. My eyes fluttered closed as he started to work my clit with the clever pressure he had figured out the first time he’d proven me wrong. And God, I hoped he never stopped proving it.
His mouth bent to blow cold air over my nipple, and with my hands still pinned above my bucking body, he flicked his tongue over the hard peak of one tender breast. I let out a breathy,kuh, sound, and my back arched under the sweetest torture of his fingers and warm tongue. He worked me slowly and steadily, circling my clit and then pressing hard, building me higher and higher to the apex of my arousal.
A sharp nip from his teeth on my nipple shocked me straight to the top. I heard my moans grow higher in pitch, and without any reservations, let myself tip straight toward release.
And then he stopped.
I exhaled hard, my body shaking, and my eyes flew to his face. I had beenright there. The pulsing between my legs was downright painful. I gave him an accusatory look.
Lachlan shook his head, planting an apologetic kiss under my jaw. “Not yet.” I made an inarticulate groaning sound.
He released my wrists, trailing his hand in a burning path down the inside of my arms and dusting light touches down one side of my ribs.
I clenched my legs together in agony. Maybe if I squeezed hard enough…
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said, and his other hand pried my legs apart.
I felt like a rickety car going too fast, shaking and rattling and on the verge of falling apart. Lachlan took hold of my hips, and as he shifted his body off the couch, he dragged me across the ottoman, right to the edge. My head rested on the couch cushions while my legs dangled off the side of the ottoman. He knelt on the ground in front of me and pushed my legs apart.
Mary, mother of God. He’s going to go down on me again. The satisfied kitten inside of me purred with delight.
Lachlan hitched my legs up over his rippling shoulders, and then with his strong hands spreading my pussy wide open, he bent his mouth to deliver one firm, strong lick along the side of my clit.
I groaned, and my fists grabbed silky, white fabric beneath me.
Relentlessly, he flicked and sucked, dipping his tongue inside of me before dragging all the way up to circle the sensitive nub at the peak of my heat. I writhed, but his hands held me firm while his tongue pressed with perfect pressure over my clit.
I climbed again, faster this time. How long had it been? Thirty seconds? I was so close. I gasped, fighting for air as his tongue drove me closer to the breaking point. He brought a hand up and gave my other nipple a gentle pinch.
I let out a loud exhale of wordless pleasure, and screwed my eyes shut, shaking my head as I drew closer to the release of tension. So close, so close…
Every muscle in my body tensed at the top.
Cold air hit my body.
I gasped, lifting my head above my heaving breasts to look at Lachlan.
He had sat back on his heels and gave me a dark smirk.
“No,” I gusted. I let my head fall back. “Lachlan, why?”
“Patience,” he intoned, low and full of promise.
