“I want your tongue inside me. Fucking me,” I whispered.
“God, I love your dirty mouth.”
He licked over my clit before swirling and twisting his tongue in my entrance. My eyes opened as I glanced over my shoulder at our reflection. What I saw was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life. Lachlan’s head was buried between my thighs while my dress was hiked around my waist. My hair fell down my back and my body had a new seductive rhythm I didn’t know I was capable of.
He lifted my leg over his shoulder, giving him access to lick and suck deeper. As soon as I felt the deep pad of his thumb circle my clit, I knew I couldn’t hold back. I held and clenched, holding on to the last seconds that were mine before I gave everything to him. But there was no defense. He knew my body already. His tongue slid back and forth and I wanted to come in his mouth.
The orgasm hit me with sudden force. I convulsed around him, clenching and thrashing while his tongue moved in and out.
When I finally stopped moving, he rose from the floor and smiled at me. “So fucking hot.”
I pressed my forehead against his chest. I didn’t know what to say. His heart beat as loudly as mine did.
He held his hand out for me to take. “Should we have dinner?”
I looked at him questioningly. I was sure he had more planned.
“Don’t worry, love. There’s more once we get back to the hotel.” He smiled widely.
I didn’t know how in the hell I was going to walk out of this room. My legs were unsteady like noodles and I was completely flushed. If people didn’t know I was Lachlan’s before—they’d have no doubt now. I could feel the hold he had on me. The way he had offered something to me I never thought I would like. I didn’t know I could be the kind of woman who wanted to be possessed.
I took a deep breath with the new realization about myself.
“Oh, I need a second to get these back on.” I held up the panties.
He grabbed them and threw them in the trash. “From now on, no panties, love.”
My mouth dropped, but I didn’t argue. I now knew I had lost all control. Lachlan Kenzie owned me.
Chapter Nineteen
Lachlan
The sweat dripped from my brow. I wiped it away with the back of my hand. The pitch was hotter than the rest of the stadium, but I played on. This was our last practice until the tournament started tomorrow.
We were lucky we got to play in Rio. Some of the other teams had to travel hours away for their matches.
I dodged to the ground as a ball came toward me. I held it forward and kicked it toward centerfield. If the guys played like this, we’d never score. They hadn’t gotten one past me yet.
I’d like to think it was because I was that damn good, but I knew the other side of that was that our offense needed work.
I grabbed the net between my fingers and plucked at the rope, watching the action at the other end of the field. No one was getting anything out of this scrimmage.
For the past few days, I had done everything Aspen advised. I made statements after each practice, taking extra time for the press. I went to lunch with the guys. I signed autographs and posed for pictures with kids lining the sidewalks. I did all the things I hated doing. All the things I never had time to do before.
Before Aspen took the reins and convinced me she was the expert in public relations. The girl knew her shit. I stuck to football. She stuck to the optics.
It was a hell of a deal we had.
I showered after practice, and changed into the suit Aspen had bought for me. I pushed the tie close to my neck. The woman had taste.
“Looking brilliant, Lach.” Taylor held his bag over his shoulder.
“Thanks,” I grumbled. I didn’t feel comfortable in the clothes. I preferred my jeans and T-shirts.
“You’ve had a good week,” he added. He was hanging back from the rest of the team.
“It’s been all right.” The truth was it had been better than all right, but I didn’t know Taylor well enough to divulge my personal life.