Here With Me (Adair Family 1)

Lucy waved off my concern. “Robyn, Lachlan and I are not a thing and were never a thing when we were a thing. We’re just friends. You can talk to me about this.”

Reassured, I confessed what happened in Gordon’s office.

Eredine’s eyes widened, a scandalized grin stretching her mouth. “I thought you’d say you made out … not that you had sex. On Gordon’s desk!”

Groaning, I buried my head in my hands while they laughed.

Someone tugged on my wrists, and my hands were forcefully removed from my face. Lucy, though still looking like she was struggling not to smile, asked after my well-being.

“He’s Mac’s best friend and boss. It’s complicated. Is it worth making it complicated for just sex? I don’t think so. It shouldn’t happen again, right?”

“Just sex?” Eredine pushed.

“Well, amazing sex. There’s no denying it’s hot between us.”

“But just sex,” Lucy replied to Eredine before turning to me. She was no longer laughing, a little pucker of concern between her brows. “When he said that to you, you have to know he means it.”

“I know he means it. It’s just … physical. But it doesn’t matter because it’s not happening again.”

Lucy shrugged. “If you’re both on the same page, then it won’t get complicated. If you start to feel like you’re slipping off the page onto a different one, then extract yourself. Immediately,” she warned, “or he’ll break your heart.”

I didn’t think I was in danger of having my heart broken by Lachlan. Turning to Eredine for her opinion, she said, “I’ve never been good at casual, but if you can separate emotional entanglement with physical pleasure, then go for it. You’re both grown-ups. You wouldn’t be hurting anyone.”

“What about Mac?”

“A daughter’s sex life is never her father’s business,” Lucy answered.

We chuckled, and I nodded. “Okay, okay, let’s move on to other things. Like yoga or something. I promise I won’t be distracted anymore.”

* * *

The castle was quiet as I made my way upstairs toward Mac’s room. I passed Wakefield at reception but no other guests were around on the stairwell. Figuring they were at lunch, the very thought made me hungry. Eredine had guided us through the toughest yoga session I’d ever experienced, and I was sweaty and in need of fuel.

I thought perhaps Mac might want to go out for lunch. While considering places we might go, I didn’t hear Lachlan until he was hurrying downstairs onto the second-floor landing. My eyes widened as he marched toward me, stern determination on his face. Like a moronic deer in the headlights, I just stood there.

Then my hand was in his, and he hurried me upstairs toward the third floor.

My body throbbed in anticipation.

This was ridiculous!

I didn’t argue or stop him. I just let him lead me by the hand to his room like a goddamn caveman.

Heart pounding, breathing shallow, I allowed him to drag me into his room. He kicked the door shut with his foot and then was on me like a starving man.

I kissed him for a few seconds before I felt his palm on my damp nape. Pushing him back, I panted, “I need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

Lachlan’s eyes were fixed on my mouth. “You’re about to get sweatier so there’s no point showering just yet.”

My lower belly clenched at the thought.

This was madness. Pure madness.

Any thought of stopping this thing between us went out the window as soon as he touched me.

“Makes sense,” I murmured, reaching for his mouth again.

Lachlan, however, had other ideas. His fingers slipped under my sports bra, and I barely had time to lift my arms above my head before it was gone. Desire hardened his features as he pushed me toward the bed, gaze scorching my skin. I lay back, lifting my hips to help him pull off my yoga pants and underwear.

The pulsing throb between my legs grew insistent as I laid sprawled beneath his hot eyes, watching him undress.

Expression fierce, his voice was hoarse as he admitted, “I’ve been imagining fucking you all weekend. To have you naked, nothing between us.”

I shivered at his intensity and enjoyed the view of his muscled physique as he quickly unzipped his suit pants. His shoulders were wide. I’d known from the way they strained his shirts and jackets that he was built. I also knew from having seen him half-naked in movies. But having all that finely honed gloriousness towering over me was beyond exciting.

And of course, I’d never gotten an eyeful of what was between his legs until now. I’d had him inside me, but I hadn’t seen him because of his kilt.

“Whoa.” I licked my lips, wondering how he’d fit last time.

“It’s been like this since the ceilidh,” he admitted, giving me a roguish grin as he reached for my right leg, lifting my ankle to his lips. “And as much as I want to jump on you like a wild thing, we will be taking our time.”