His mouth joins with mine, moving together in deep, searing kisses in a rhythm that his body matches as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside. Every nerve in my body is being pulled inward, swirling into a hard knot, live wires needing the slightest hair trigger to set me free. Each deep shove of his body threatens to undo me.
I run my fingers down his forearms, feeling the ropey muscles as he holds me in place, then I brush my hands back up to his biceps, to the round slabs of his shoulders, down his bare chest, his rippling abs, teasing over the rough hair that leads down to his shaft. I grip him there at the base, wet with my own desire, and he growls unapologetically with wild lust.
I want to make him make those noises until the end of time. Bringing him to his knees once won’t be enough for me.
With one hand, he reaches down and takes my hand off of him and rubs my fingers up and down over my clit. I’m so sensitive, so ready, I whimper, knowing I can’t hold back anymore.
“You said you wanted to come around me,” he whispers throatily into my ear. “You’re going to right now. And I want your neighbors to hear.”
What he just said is so hot that I don’t bother telling him that the neighbors have learned to block out my noises by now.
His hand rubs my fingers faster, harder, into myself, and he pulls his head back to watch me as both our hands stroke myself to the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it,” he says, his eyes so dark now, his stare deep and measuring, determined to get inside me, determined to get me off. “Kayla.” My name sounds like pure heat. “Come for me.”
I can’t hold myself back. I let go.
Freefall.
It spreads slowly at first, like lighting a fuse, the spark traveling from my core and out through every nerve in my body. Then I implode with a jolt that makes me scream. I’ve cried out, yelled, moaned, and cursed, but I’ve never screamed during sex, yet here I am, violence ripping out of me with nowhere else to go.
And it’s not over. I’m a rocket blasting off, just shuddering, shaking, quaking in a rolling boil of fire. I can’t control my body or my thoughts—I’m just flying through the air, exploding in a wave of stars. My heart fills to the brim then floods over with emotion that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
I have been obliterated. He’s completely ruined me, and I’m already dying to have it again and again and again.
“Holy fuck,” I cry against him, my head buried into his sweaty neck, holding his hard body against me, as if I would sink into further oblivion if I didn’t. “Oh god. Lachlan.”
He gives me one of his monosyllabic grunts and pulls his head back, grinning down at me. The lust hasn’t left his eyes, and I realize he hasn’t come yet.
“That was the appetizer, love,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my gasping mouth. “I’ll go all night.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “I need a breather,” I tell him, my hands curling around his neck while I rest my forehead against his scruffy chin. “Have mercy on me.”
“Oh, I see,” he says lightly. “You can walk the walk but you can’t talk the talk.”
I raise my head and look him in those gorgeous eyes. “I’m still pulsing around you,” I tell him frankly, my breath coming under control.
“I know,” he says. “It’s only making me harder.” He puts his hand at my mouth, runs a finger over my lip. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pulls himself out of me, kicks off his shoes and his pants, then grips my hips and lifts me up. “Come here,” he says, now stark-ass naked. He carries me across the kitchen to the living room where he places me on my back lengthwise.