I’m going to need another fucking breather.
But before I can voice that, he’s at me, on his knees, and grabbing hold of one thigh and lifting it high, positioning himself. He pushes inside, still hard through all of that, and I’m so wet and spent that he slides in easily. He’s still as huge and thick as he was in the kitchen. He shoves himself into me with pressing urgency, and I have to give the man credit for keeping it together this long.
“I won’t take long, love,” he hisses, his accent muddled with lust. He grinds into me, his hips circling, pinning me to the bed as he pistons himself in and out. He is merciless, grunting hard with each thrust, this rough, animalistic noise that gets louder and louder the closer he gets to coming. It’s such a fucking beautiful noise that causes the heat to build in my core, coaxing the last bit of flames I have left.
I stare up at him, at his body, at this gorgeous specimen of discipline and pain and good genes. He grips my leg, pushing my thighs back into my stomach so he can thrust in deeper, and it’s almost too deep, but he pulls back just in time, groaning hoarsely.
The bed moves, rocking back and forth loudly, and I’m enthralled as he works me, fucking me like an animal, fucking me like a basic, primal being who has been built for this and only this. Faster, harder, deeper. His pace is relentless.
I can see him starting to lose control, dipping over the edge, and I give myself a hand so I can match him. His eyes burn into mine, and then he’s in deep, so deep that he’s shaking and muttering my name in low, guttural tones before letting loose a string of filthy swears.
It sets me off for the third time tonight, and once again I’m floating, flying, but this time I’m with him, and we’re riding it together, our bodies joined inside and out. For this moment, we are one, moving as one, feeling as one.
My heart is huge and filled with bliss.
I’m sated.
I’m happy.
I am so fucking over my head.
Lachlan collapses against me, his hard body sweaty and sliding against mine, and I do something I never do after sex. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to me, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible, not wanting the warmth, the connection, to be broken.
And he stays in me for as long as he can, his breath steadying in my ear, his lips brushing my neck briefly, before he rolls over and pulls out. He seems to barely have enough strength to tie the end together before he gets to his feet and pulls me up.
“Bed. Now,” he says, completely caveman.
I dutifully follow, my legs shaking beneath me as we walk into my bedroom. We both collapse naked onto the bed, and he pulls me toward him, not quite spooning but not letting go either. I tell myself that I’ll eventually have to move, that I can’t fall asleep when someone’s touching me.
But the world goes dark. My dreams beckon warmly. And I fall asleep in his arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lachlan
I feel soft fingers at my cheek. I open my eyes, blinking into the dark until I see the shadow of a girl at my side, hazy light coming in from an open window.
Kayla. I swallow, feeling panicked.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“Yeah…” I shake my head trying to get my bearings. “Yeah. Why? What…what time is it?”
“Almost morning,” she says softly, her fingers trailing down to my jaw. “You were having a bad dream.”
Fucking hell. How much of it did she hear?
“I don’t, uh, I can’t remember,” I tell her, trying to but only recalling feeling despair.
“Probably a good thing,” she says.
“What was I saying?” I ask hesitantly.
“You were calling out…” she trails off, hands drifting over my chest. “For Lionel.”
I breathe out in relief. “Lionel is my dog,” I tell her.