Our kiss becomes more frantic, and heat thickens the air until I swear I feel dampness on my skin. My elbows rest on his shoulders, my hands gripping his hair.
His lips move down my neck, causing me to arch my back in response. My hips push into his and there’s no ignoring the hardness straining his jeans. The moan that leaves my lips should embarrass me, but I refuse to be ashamed for feeling pleasure.
“Come here,” he growls, gripping the backs of my thighs.
I give a small squeal when he picks me up like I weigh nothing. His lips descend on mine once more, stealing the breath I was barely beginning to catch.
His long legs round the couch, carrying me down the hall. He taps the door to his bedroom with his foot and in a blink my back hits his mattress.
His big body is a blanket over mine. With his grip on my neck, our lips are only separated by millimeters. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Show me.”
His eyes flash in the darkened bedroom, only illuminated by the lights emanating from the outside. “Dani—”
“Show me,” I beg, kissing his chin. “Show me.” His jaw. “Show me.” His cheek. “Show me.”
His eyes stare deep into mine.
Looking.
Searching.
Finding.
The hand on my neck goes to my face, and he squeezes my cheeks, not hard, but possessively. “We can’t come back from this.” His hold loosens a bit.
“We already can’t.”
He blinks once, twice, three times. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Before he can think too much, I wrap one leg around his waist, my hand flat on his chest, and use all my body weight to push him over until he’s flat on the bed. I sit on top of him, rolling my hips against his. My core tightens, my whole body quivering with what I want—need.
“Dani—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I lower my head over his, my hair sweeping forward. Our kiss is searing, tongues tangling with passion and our barely leashed desire.
His hands grip my ass tightly, rolling me against him harder, faster.
“Oh God.” He’s going to make me come if he doesn’t stop. Riding him like this, even through both our jeans, is rubbing my pussy in a way that makes my whole body quiver. “Lachlan,” I shudder his name, feeling the orgasm build inside me.
His hands move beneath my loose tank-top. My skin is so heated that his touch feels like ice against me. Goosebumps dot my body from his touch as it climbs higher and higher.
“Lift your arms,” he commands in a deeper than normal voice.
Still rolling my hips against his erection, which is somehow even larger than before, I do what he says.
Holding my arms straight above my head, he sits up, lifting the flimsy piece of fabric above my body, revealing the lacy strapless bra I put on, and gently lays the garment on the bed beside us.
“You’re gorgeous, Dani.”
He looks in my
eyes when he says it and I believe it.