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“Christ.” Her confession sent a wrecking ball through the wall around his defenses and left him short of breath. He yanked her to him and crushed his lips to hers.
She gasped, giving him entrance to her mouth.
He took full advantage, sweeping in to taste her. So sweet. He drank her in like she was nectar of the gods, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth as his.
Her hands flew to the back of his neck, and she kissed him hesitantly at first, then with equal ferocity.
Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her bottom. He bent his knees to lift her, straightened, and spun toward the wall, trapping her body with his hips as her legs wrapped his waist. The words to express his feelings wouldn’t come, but he could damn well show her. His hands shook as he pushed up her shirt. A flick of her fingers sent it to the floor.
The curves of her breasts were silk beneath his roving lips, the white lace and satin bra pretty but in his way. A quick twist of his fingers and it joined her shirt on the floor. He sucked one rosy tip into his mouth before gently biting down, then soothed it with his tongue before moving to her other breast, the sounds of pleasure she made urging him on.
Her fingers burrowed beneath his leather jacket, nudging it from his shoulders.
He shrugged it off, letting it fall to join her shirt and bra before moving his hand to her center.
“Ah,mo leannan, you’re already wet for me.“ He pushed the satin aside and thrust a finger into her drenched sex.
“Lachlan.” His name left her lips in a breathless gasp that threatened what little remained of his control. He added another finger and pumped in a lazy rhythm.
“I need…” Her head fell back, baring the smooth column of her throat.
He sank his teeth into the place where it met her shoulder and marked her as his. “What do you need? Tell me, and it’s yours.”Anything.
“Please…”
“Tell me.” His fingers sped up. “What do you need, Sophia?”
“I need more.” She punctuated her words with a sharp tug on his hair.
He reveled in the erotic sting and locked down the urge to yank open his zipper and plunge into her. Her needs came first, and if her pleasure was all she would allow him, he’d accept it gratefully. “Look at me.”
The green around her pupils stood out against their brown background like shards of peridot, dazed with desire and need.
His thumb moved across her clit, back and forth, faster, harder until her eyes slammed shut and she let out a long, gasping moan, coming apart in his arms. Her inner walls squeezed his fingers in pulsing waves. He wanted to feel her grip his cock the same way.
He held her to him until her breathing returned to its normal rhythm, willing his balls not to explode before he could get inside her. Just this once, he would shut out the darkness and bury himself deep in her light.
Whether he deserved to or not.
Sophia caressed the side of Lachlan’s face as she slowly came down off her high. Her breasts and neck were tender from the black stubble on his jaw, her lips and nipples swollen from his kisses. All the obstacles that stood in their path didn’t matter. Right now, at this moment, he was hers, and she wasn’t letting him go. “Make love to me.”
The hunger that flared in his eyes made her lightheaded. Or maybe that was from Lachlan making her come so hard. Not only was he skilled with his mouth, but the man also had incredibly talented hands. She couldn’t wait to see what he could do with the rest of his body.
He carried her down the hall to her bedroom and halted at the threshold, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “Plants.”
She glanced at the Ficus tree in the corner, the out-of-control pothos trailing down the side of her dresser, and the cute mini-jade plant shaped like a bonsai tree on her nightstand. “Plants are soothing. They bring nature inside. Besides they—“
His tongue swallowed the rest of her sentence, exploring her mouth until she couldn’t remember what she’d been saying.
The soft cushion of the lavender comforter on her queen bed met her back while his hard body draped her front. His hair slipped through her fingers like silk, in contrast to the rough texture of his jeans against her legs.
Firm lips closed around her nipple, heating her skin as he tugged and nipped, sending bolts of pleasure-pain straight to her womb and obliterating the boneless lethargy from her orgasm.
Lachlan took his time moving down her body, raining kisses across her ribs, over her stomach. She squirmed as his tongue rimmed her navel. Every touch of his lips and fingers was a fiery brand that sent spikes of need lancing through her. Her skirt and panties disappeared, leaving her completely bare before him.
He sat back on his heels and spread her knees to gaze at the most feminine part of her. Embarrassment pressed her thighs together. Neither of her previous boyfriends had stared at her in the way Lachlan was.
“Don’t deny me the pleasure of knowing every part of you.” He wedged his shoulders between her legs, and before she realized his intentions, he’d put his mouth on her. The shock of his tongue on her clit arched her back and made her gasp, the sensation overloading her mental circuits.