He puts his hand over mine. “If yours is here then mine…” he takes that big hand of his, putting it in the same place on my body where mine is on his. “…is right here.” Zeppelin lets out a bark and Lachlan curses. “Fuck, he needs to go out. I’ll be back. You stay here.”
I hold the sheet against my breasts with my forearm, watching him slide out of bed. A small noise leaves me at the sight of his perfectly shaped ass. Everything about him is perfect. He pulls on his boxers and disappears into his closet, emerging in thick sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and beanie.
“I’ll be back.”
I give him a nod in answer, listening to him speak to Zeppelin and the sounds of a leash going on and then his coat.
“Stay warm,” he calls out to me.
“I will!”
The door clicks closed and I roll over, burying my face into the pillow that smells like him. A huge, ear-splitting smile, takes over my face and I giggle.
Rolling onto my back I cover my face with my hands.
Last night … that happened. It was real. Every touch, kiss, moan … all of it.
I spread my arms wide.
I’m in Lachlan Taylor’s bed.
I’m naked in Lachlan Taylor’s bed
I had sex with my guidance counselor.
With the man I’ve grown to know over the last few months.
The man my heart yearns for.
The man I love.
The sound of the shower wakes me and I realize I dozed off while Lachlan was out walking the dog. Stifling a yawn, I sit up, seeing steam across the bathroom mirror. Slipping from the bed, naked as the day I was born, I walk into it. The tiles are cool beneath my feet.
I bite my lip when I look over at the glass walled rain shower.
The glass is fogged over, but I still see the outline of his tall frame. His head is bent forehead, the water cascading over him. One hand on the glass, the other…
Oh, fuck.
I bite my lip, my body flushing because he’s stroking his cock. He doesn’t know I’m awake or that I’ve come in here. He makes a noise, a deep groan. It propels me forward and I step around his clothes on the floor to open the door.
He turns his head sharply, his eyes bri
ght with lust. My nipples pebble beneath his stare. My feet pad across the wet tiles, one little step at a time.
“Dani,” he groans deeply, still stroking his cock.
“Lachlan.” I place my hands on his hips, then move them up over his stomach until they stop on his shoulders. I rest my head against his back, feeling his ragged breaths. I can tell he feels unsure, his hand slowing, but I whisper, “Don’t stop, I want to watch.”
His eyes flash over his shoulder at me and I let go, taking a step back as he turns around completely.
He keeps moving, forcing me to move until my back is pressed against the glass enclosure. He places one of his massive hands beside my head. I allow my eyes to drop for only a millisecond, taking in the length of his member jutting from his body, so big as his hand moves up and down, twisting around the tip.
His lips graze mine as he says, “You want to watch me stroke myself while I think of you, don’t you, Dani?” His voice is a rugged growl that sends pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes.”
He gives a husky chuckle. “I like you watching.”