Seeming to realize what he’d inferred, he glanced down at the picnic basket. “I’m starved. Let’s eat.”
As Lachlan laid out a blanket and unloaded the basket of goodies Rafaella prepared for us, I got out my camera and took shots of our surroundings. And tried not to overanalyze his intensity.
When I glanced over my shoulder, Lachlan was settled on the blanket, legs stretched in front of him, ankles crossed, hands braced behind him, his head thrown back, eyes closed. Basking in the gentle spring sun. So goddamn handsome, I felt a flutter in my belly.
I couldn’t help myself.
I held up my camera, caught him in my sights, and snapped a couple of shots.
Feeling a desperate need to kiss him, I returned to the blanket, carefully put my camera aside, and crawled over him.
Lachlan’s eyes flew open and he sat up, but only so he could run his hands up my back. My mouth drew his immediate attention. “This might get us thrown off the land.”
I didn’t care.
I kissed him for bringing me here.
For thinking of me enough to plan this day.
He groaned, cupping my face but only to break the kiss. “We need to stop before we start.”
I could feel how much we needed to stop beneath my ass.
Smug, I slid off him, and his look promised we’d finish later.
“What do we have here?” I kneeled over the array of snacks he’d arranged on real china. No paper plates for Lachlan. I smiled, amused.
After he’d explained what was in the little finger sandwiches, savory pastries, and sweet pastries, I helped myself. And moaned around the first bite of the cute, swirly little puff pastry I’d bitten into. “What is this again?” I asked after I’d swallowed.
“Bacon, Gruyère, caramelized onions, and horseradish palmiers.”
“I have no idea what half of what you said is, but my God, it’s delicious.” I moaned around another mouthful.
Lachlan studied me, lips quirking, eyes smoky with desire. “If I’d known this would be the reaction, I’d have made Rafaella head chef sooner.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t hold back as I sampled more of the chef’s goodies.
“Better than Morag’s sandwiches?” He watched me, seeming to enjoy my reaction to the food more than the food itself.
I nodded. “Don’t tell Morag.”
He flashed me a quick grin. “I will if you stop moaning.”
“Making you hot?” I winked cheekily as I reached for a custard tart thingie.
“Considering you sound like you’re coming, yes.”
His words created a tingling warmth between my legs, and I leaned back on one hand, giving him a heated, low-lidded look as I bit into the tart.
We watched each other, sexual tension crackling between us as we ate.
Finally, Lachlan brushed pastry crumbs off his hands and asked, “Did you leave a man behind in Boston?”
“What makes you ask that now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You did?”
“Do you think I’d cheat?” I scowled at him.
“Of course not. I just … I meant an ex.”
“I did.” I drew up my knees, resting my elbows on them as I stared at the river. “Though I don’t think you can call it leaving him behind. We broke up a while before I came here.”
“Why?”
I turned to contemplate him. Lachlan had trusted me with some very personal things lately … but he seemed okay with doing that while keeping our relationship casual. I was afraid if I gave him too much, I’d end up giving him everything.
How stupid would that be? Considering he wanted only a little more than nothing.
“It wasn’t right.” I didn’t tell him that the shooting woke me up. Taught me to stop wasting time. “He wanted me to be someone I wasn’t.”
“What did he want you to be?”
“Ambitious in a different way than I wanted to be. He was a successful lawyer, and he wanted me to work my way up the hierarchy of the police force. He thought my photography business was a flaky and uncertain dream.”
“Sounds like a prick.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. Looking back on it, he was a prick.” I’d thought Mark was good in bed because at least he made me come. But now I knew better. “You know, our time together has been very illuminating.”
Lachlan’s expression was curious. “In what way?”
“You’re the most generous lover I’ve ever been with.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I nodded. Mark and the few lovers I’d had before liked to take but didn’t reciprocate. “Until you, I just thought guys were selfish lovers. That it was just the way they were built.” Lachlan had proven that theory wrong. He actually enjoyed giving. He got off on it.
“Jesus Christ,” he huffed. “Men are arseholes sometimes.”
“Now I know different.” I grinned. “I have knowledge. Knowledge is key. When I do settle down, I won’t be settling for a man who doesn’t return favors.”
I expected Lachlan to laugh, but he just stared pensively off into the distance.