Page 21 of Obsession (Temptation 4)

Lachlan

“Imogene’s going to be talking about today for years to come,” Julia said, collapsing onto the bed.

“Is that right?” I met her eyes in the mirror over my dresser as I pulled out a few pairs of briefs and socks, needing to finish packing and get to the airport.

“All her friends will be, too. You made their day. Hell, their year.”

I smiled, thrilled I was able to give this to Imogene.

And Julia.

“I think we all needed today, myself included.”

Instead of sitting around the house all day, our minds consumed with the uncertainty surrounding Nick’s escape as the media covered it to death, we focused on something more important for a few hours. On each other. On smiling. On laughing. On living.

Even if only for a little while.

After placing my toiletry bag on top of my clothes, I zipped up my suitcase. Then I grabbed the jeans and shirt I’d set aside and got dressed.

As I finished buttoning my shirt, I glanced at Julia, seeing her frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought you always wore a suit when traveling. That it was some team rule.”

“Only when we’re traveling as a team. Since they’re already in California, I can wear whatever I want.”

“That’s a shame. You know how hot and bothered I get seeing you in a suit.”

“That I do.” Waggling my brows, I stalked toward her.

She propped herself up on her elbows, green eyes swirling with desire, chest heaving as I slid my hands up her legs and under her skirt.

“Lachlan, what are you—”

“Just seeing if I can get you all hot and bothered even without the suit.”

She whimpered as I rubbed my thumb against her panties. “Unless you intend to finish what you’re starting, you’d better stop.”

When I pulled away and straightened, she pouted. But it was short-lived, her gaze darkening with desire as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I didn’t have much time before my driver arrived, but I needed her once more before leaving for the next thirty-six hours.

Returning to the bed, I gently pushed her onto her back, my thumb brushing against her panties once more. “I certainly intend to make sure you finish, love,” I murmured, swallowing her moans as I pressed my mouth to hers, our tongues tangling in a searing kiss.

“Then touch me.”

“I am touching you.” I moved my lips from hers, leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline and collarbone before nibbling on her nipple through her dress.

“No. You’re teasing me,” she admonished. “There’s a big difference.”

I settled between her thighs. “Am I?”

“You know you are. I need you to touch me.”

I slowly circled my thumb against her panties. “I am.”

She huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Do you need me to draw you a picture, Hale? Tongue. Pussy. Now.”

I laughed, then brought my lips back to hers. “You know I love it when you take charge.”