Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

hought he said? Was he falling just as hard as I was?

“I can’t believe this.”

He kissed me tenderly. “Believe it.”

I don’t know why the driver took the long route to the hotel—maybe he thought it would be fun to torture us in the backseat—but it felt as if an eternity passed before he deposited us outside.

Lachlan led me inside, racing to the elevator with a big grin on his face. We couldn’t get there fast enough.

I don’t know when the moment was for him, or if there was even a moment when everything came into focus. I think it had been collecting and layering in front of my eyes since the first night I met Lachlan in the athletes’ village.

He had been rough and angry. Gorgeous and sexy with a dark past and a dim future. I did everything I thought I was supposed to do to protect my heart, but looking back, I didn’t try hard. I didn’t stand a chance. The minute I let him kiss me and take my body I was his. I was lost without him. I was only good with him and now he was telling me he was only good with me.

He fumbled with the key, throwing the door open.

He scooped me up from the floor, slamming the door behind us. His mouth sought mine with urgent kisses, biting and sucking at my lips.

He lowered me to the bed, peeling the clothes from my body, shirking his to the floor. I admired his toned body as he unbuttoned his pressed white shirt. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen.

He grinned widely. “I can’t wait to fuck you like this.”

“Like what?” My breath was rapid. I wanted him more than I ever had.

“Just us. No more charade.”

My heart thumped. I knew what else he meant. Skin to skin. Breath on breath. Nothing between us.

His head lowered to my breast, sucking my nipple until it was a hard nub in his mouth. I pressed the back of his head against my chest. It all felt delicious and naughty. It was exciting before because we were playing a game, but now it felt dangerous because I was never supposed to be Lachlan’s girlfriend. This was even more dangerous. I was going somewhere with this bad boy that no woman had ever been.

I reached forward to stroke his solid cock. God, I had fallen in love with it as much as him in the past week.

He moaned as I massaged the head, coating the drop of dew over his skin.

“Tell me, love. Tell me to fuck you just like this,” he growled.

“Yes,” I begged. “Fuck me. I want it. I want you. Nothing between us.”

And he reared back before slicing into me with total fullness as his hard shaft plunged deep to my core. I bowed off the bed but began rocking into him.

We were hungry and passionate. Desperate to make the other feel the connection we shared. Desperate to make the other come with heavy pleasure.

Lachlan moved inside me, hilting himself while I gasped for breaths. “Oh God,” I screamed, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in my hands.

“Come, baby,” he commanded.

There was no stopping it. I came over and over as the orgasm split through me fast and hard. I looked into his eyes as he tensed and pulsed with his own release. I tipped upward as he spilled himself deep inside me.

“Fuck, Aspen.” He lowered himself next to me.

I closed my eyes, letting the soothing feelings run through my body.

“You know I can’t lie here very long.”

“Why not?”

I rolled on my side to face him. “I have to go clean up that nightmare you started an hour ago.”

“Right.” He folded his hands over his chest. “Want some help?”