His chuckle was raspy as he brought his lips back to mine. "Fuck, I want to keep you."
The way he said it, I wanted to be kept. God, was that an option? Could I let him keep me?
I didn't care. Right now, I didn't want this to stop.
Lachlan was more careful now, angling his hips away from mine so he wasn't putting the full force of his weight on me. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He dragged his lips along my jaw, onto my neck. "Your scent, it's been driving me mad all night. What is that?"
"I wish I knew. It was my mother's."
"I'm going to find out what that is and buy bottles of it."
He was welcome to try. Hell, I had tried. His nose ran up the column of my neck, and then his tongue traced along, following the path. "I want to eat you whole."
"I'm yours,” I whispered.
The words and grunts that followed next, I couldn't remember. All I knew was that Lachlan's hands were almost as skilled as his mouth. His hands slid into my hair, gentle with my braids but still applying pressure to my scalp as he angled me, his mouth guiding back for more. I learned that he could kiss for hours. Make it his whole damn meal.
The more impatient I grew for him to hurry the show along, the longer he took, savoring me, tasting me. When I started to move my hips, seeking the heat of his erection, he hissed in my ear. "Fucking hell, I know. I know. I feel it too. I just... I want to take my time."
I groaned in frustration then, and he laughed. But when I slid my hands up under his shirt, he helped me to take it off.
And then we were a scramble of limbs. I tossed the T-shirt he’d given me quickly. When he pulled at the knot holding my top in place, I frowned at it when it did not give.
I reached for the knot and gave it a gentle tug. With a little maneuvering, it broke free easily. "I was worried there for a second.”
And as he stripped the glittery sequins away from me, he groaned. "Jesus Christ, your tits are bloody fantastic."
The way he stared, I felt beautiful and wanted. I don't think anyone had ever looked at me like that before.
"Are you okay with this?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Just don’t stop touching me."
His answer was a groan as he dipped his head to kiss my nipple.
I understood right away why he was asking if I was okay with all of this, because when Lachlan King wrapped his mouth around my nipple, I felt the level of his intensity. It was as if the man was trying to swallow me whole.
His big hands molded over my breasts. And as he took one nipple in his mouth, he sucked as much of my breast as would follow slowly inside. With the other hand, he squeezed and teased the other nipple, plucking gently.
And then my head was thrashing on the cushions of the couch. "Oh my God, Lock."
He switched to the other nipple, this time angling his body so he was lying on top of me. I shifted down further so his face was at nipple level.
My hands tugged on his hair, trying to pull him closer. With a soft chuckle, he moaned against my breast. When he finally released my nipple, I was panting, needing more.
His gaze lifted to me. "Can I taste you?"
I frowned. He was tasting me. Then his raised brow told me what he meant. Oh God, yes. I couldn’t really make a coherent thought though, so what I did was moan enthusiastically. He chuckled. His hands slid down to the top of my leather leggings, sliding down deeper under the elastic of those and my knickers.
When his fingertip found my drenched pussy, he cursed against my skin. "Oh Jesus Christ, you're so wet already."
"I— I didn't know I could—"
Lachlan held perfectly still with his mouth over my nipple, and I could feel his warm breath as he inhaled jagged breaths. Slowly, he eased back from my nipple and lifted his head to meet my gaze. "You're tight. Fuuuck."
"I'm sorry. I-I just need to relax.”
He shook his head. "Shh, I'll help you relax. That’s my job. Don’t apologize. Everything about you feels fantastic. Bloody brilliant.”