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“Lachlan!”

“So soft,” I murmur, pushing my fingers deeper as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “So pretty.” I suction my lips to her center, humming against her as I feel her growing wetter around my fingers, softer, somehow. “Wanna feel you come,” I groan as I curl my fingers to stroke her inside. “Can you do that for me?” I let my lashes flutter open, peering up her body to find her flushed and panting above me. “Can you come for me, love?”

“Oh—oh.”

I feel her thighs begin to quake around my ears as her insides follow suit, and her clit throbs against my tongue as her fingers clench at my hair so tightly, my scalp stings, but even that I welcome, because suddenly everything is hot and wet, and I canfeelher coming against my tongue.

I can’t seem to stop tasting her, touching her—licking at her slick cunt that gushes just for me, slick becauseImade her that way. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. In fact, it feels like I could spend forever here, between her legs, watching her come over and over again, but her hands are suddenly tugging at my shoulders, her nails clawing at my skin as she urges me upward.

I crawl over her, covering her body with mine as she pulls me down so that my mouth can slant against hers, and it’s even headier knowing she must taste herself on my tongue. My cock is so hard that it hurts now, and she presses her knees against my hips so that I slot between her legs, feeling the slick heat of her soaking the front of my underwear.

She’s kissing me like she’s starved for it, like she can’t get enough, and maybe she won’t want more than this, maybe this is as much as she’ll want this time, and I realize I’m perfectly content with that. If all she wants from me at this moment is to come apart on my tongue, then I’ll consider myself incredibly lucky.

But then she falls back against the bed panting, her eyes glazed and her cheeks pink, purposefully tilting her hips up so that she rubs against me.

“More,” she whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I want more.”

Her lips find mine, her kisses almost desperate, and it occurs to me all at once—there’s a good chance that I’d give Keyanna MacKay anything she asked me for.

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Keyanna

It seems impossible that I could feel this way—skin tingling and flushed from the orgasm he just gave me, chest heaving as I try and catch my breath—and still want more, but I do. I wantsomuch more.

I can feel Lachlan against me, his cock throbbing and so hard that it makes me shiver just thinking about how it will feel inside me, and I realize I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him at this moment. Maybe it’s the sudden shift of all the intense feelings I’ve been carrying for my would-be nemesis since I met him. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real. I honestly can’t be certain why I suddenlyneedto be as physically close as I’m able to Lachlan Greer, but I fucking need it. Desperately.

He’s taking a little too long for my liking, so I push my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs to try to roll them down his hips, hearing his quiet chuckle when I huff in frustration at not being able to get them off.

“Are you in a hurry, Key?”

I pinch the side of his ass, frowning when I can barely even get a grip because of how tight it is. Because of course it would be.

“Are you stalling, Lachlan?”

He leans in, letting his lips ghost over my throat as his fingers slip under the strap of my bra. “Just savoring.”

“Can you savor faster?”

“Mm.” He slips the strap down my shoulder, kissing a path over my collarbone and licking at the swell of my breast. “No.”

My breath catches when he finds my nipple and teases it with his tongue, and suddenly I’m a lot more on board with his train of thought. I arch my back so he can snake a hand beneath me, closing my eyes and doing a bit ofsavoringof my own as he sucks me into his mouth while deftly undoing my bra. It takes him an impressively short amount of time to wrestle it off me, and then his hands are joining the fray as he squeezes and kneads, his thumb circling one tight peak as he continues to use his teeth and tongue to drive me crazy.

I’m not sure that I knew before this very moment how sensitive my breasts were; they’re a little more than a handful by most people’s standards, but under the weight of Lachlan’s massive hands—I feel almost small. With Lachlan’s hands on my body and his wide shoulders almost blocking out the light—all of me does, really.

“Fucking hell, Key,” he grunts against the wet, kiss-bitten bud of my nipple. “I can feel how wet you are.” He tilts his hips again as if to accentuate his point, and I shiver at the contact. “It’s driving me mad, love.”

Love.

It’s a silly, spur-of-the-moment endearment, and I know that, know that it’s fueled by sex hormones and adrenaline, most likely, but it still makes my insides twist with pleasure. Makes my skin almost burn with a satisfying wave of want.

“You’re burning hot, darlin’,” he hums, nipping at the swell of my breast. “Don’t go setting my sheets on fire, yeah?”

I would roll my eyes, but honestly, it’s a legitimate concern.

“Lachlan,” I whine, actuallywhine, which might mortify me later. “Can you just—” I squirm beneath him, feeling like I’m about to come out of my skin. “Please?”

He pushes up on his hands, suspended above me and studying me with those icy blues, which are almost burning again. Not glowing, but so bright I could get lost in them.