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She didn’t want him. That was the crystal-clear lesson to take away from this very minute.
There was a difference between being fond of someone and wanting them.
Because you had to have something more, something deeper, to want this.
To be naked with another person, to let them inside your body. To let them taste you, touch you, in the way that Lachlan had done.
Well.Sheneeded more.
It was clear now.
He brought himself back to her, kissing her gently as he positioned himself at the entrance of her body. As he slowly began to push inside her. He pressed his forehead against hers, and she could see that his teeth were gritted, that the cords in his neck were strained.
“Sorry,” he said as he thrust all the way inside her, a tearing pain accompanying the moment he buried himself to the hilt.
She clung to his shoulders, dug her fingernails into his skin. “It’s okay,” she said, whispering. “It’s okay, Lachlan.”
“Charity.”
And he began to move. The thrust of his body into hers creating a slick rhythm of desire that overtook any pain she had momentarily experienced. Oh, she wanted him. She wanted this. She wanted all of it. Everything.
She was lost. In the maelstrom of need, a storm of desire that overrode common sense, that overrode a lifetime of inhibition.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him deeper, arched her back against him with every thrust. The sounds he made were animal, and she made her own in kind.
She kept her eyes open, watching him. His gaze was intense, and he was... He was him. But not in any way she had ever seen him before. She knew so much about her best friend. But she hadn’t known this part of him.
This was how he looked when he made love to a woman.
That thought made her incredibly sad, so she took it and she reconstructed it.
This was how he looked when he made love toher.
And she shivered. Clung to him even harder, allowed her desire to build up in her to a point where she thought it might destroy her.
“Lachlan,” she said, repeating his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea to keep her from falling apart.
Except then he thrust into her hard, grinding his hips against hers, and she couldn’t hold back. She shattered. Like a thin pane of glass, into millions of pieces that could never be reconstructed. Not in the same form they once had been.
What had once been clear and straight, easy, was now shards of crystal, glittering and more beautiful, but nothing that could be seen through clearly.
A metaphor for their relationship. For what they had been. For what they had become.
His hips pistoned hard as he lost his control, as his thrusts became erratic. He grabbed her hips, his hold bruising as he froze above her, his arousal pulsing inside her as he gave himself over to his desire, utterly and completely.
Then he collapsed against her, kissing her, resting his forehead on hers.
“That was better than I imagined,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted to be your first. I am such a bastard. I wanted that when I was eighteen. I wanted to be your first. I was sure no man had ever touched you. And I was...preoccupied by that. I fantasized about it. About this.” He rubbed his thumb over her lips. “I thought about how they’d look, swollen from kissing me. I thought about your face. When you came. When you discovered how good it could feel. I wanted that. For me. Only for me. It was for me, wasn’t it?”
His words were suddenly so intense, so filled with need, and she couldn’t deny him. Not in that moment. Not ever.
“Yes,” she said. “Only for you. Only ever for you.”
“Charity,” he growled.
