His hands drifted across my skin and his lips followed. I felt his warm breath on my breast, felt his tongue flick against my nipple.
“Keep going,” I urged.
I’d never felt so much heat in my body. It felt like I was seconds away from bursting into flames. I didn’t want it to stop.
He curled one hand into my hair. The other gathered the material of my dress, bunching it around my waist before he cupped my ass. He held me against him and I could feel just how hard he was.
I breathed through my nose and traced the taut muscles of his stomach.
Lachlan hissed through his teeth. He rested his forehead against mine as I unbuttoned his pants. My thumbs slipped past the material of his boxers. My hands were shaking and I started to breathe hard. I was ready to see and feel him.
That’s when Lachlan jerked away, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
He stood there panting with his pants dangerously close to falling off his hips. I knew I didn’t look any better. My hair was messy from his hands and my lips were bruised from his kisses. I held my dress together with one hand.
“I’m not going to do this here.” His voice was raw.
“Why not?” I breathed.
His eyes were still white-hot, but they softened as he looked me up and down. “You’re Naomi,” he said, like it explained everything.
“I don’t care where we do this.” I meant that.
On the floor, in a bed, or even against a tree. It didn’t matter where, I just needed him and I needed my arms around him. I was back to square one with love. Where I was oblivious to the pain and completely starving.
“Touch me right now,” I whispered and let go of my dress. The material slid down my arms. Nipples hardened. Goose bumps covered my skin.
His mouth opened, but not a sound came out.
He came back to me before the last word had slipped from my mouth. His hands gripped the back of my thighs, lifting me up.
“Wrap yourself around me,” he said.
I eagerly hooked my legs around him.
“But my underwear,” I protested.
I grabbed the waistband, intent on pulling them down but he beat me to it. Material ripped and fluttered to the ground. I watched, breathlessly, as he reached for his wallet from his back pocket, and grabbed a square foil packet. The wallet dropped to the grass. He lowered his boxers. He was stiff, inches away from my thighs. I watched, my body shaking and he put the condom on.
His movements were slow and I swear he did it on purpose, letting me take a good look at him. I wanted to wrap my hands around him, the skin looked so soft. I reached out. Lachlan intercepted my hand, holding my wrist gently. He looked at me, his lips curved in a wicked smile.
I lifted my hips. His dick brushed against my thigh.
That wicked smile faded.
He pushed himself inside me slowly. Making me feel every single inch. My mouth parted. My eyelids fluttered shut. This felt too good.
I waited for him to move, but he stopped. His hand curved around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. And I realized he wanted to watch me. He wanted to watch my reaction as he moved inside me for the first time.
“Move,” I panted. “You have to move.”
I thought he was going to make me beg. And, honestly, I knew I would. Lachlan could get me to do just about anything.
“Lachlan,” I gasped. “Move.”
He finally gave me what I wanted. I felt relief, only for a second. He started to slide in and out of me faster. Just when I would start to find his rhythm, he would move his hips and my mind would black out.
He kissed me hard on the mouth in a kiss that wasn’t meant to be sweet, but a kiss that was meant to brand me forever.
I was his.
The tree bark dug into my skin and it fueled me to arch my back, and tighten my legs.
My head turned. I saw our shadows slanted across the grass. I blinked a few times, finding it impossible to accept that this was us. The man’s hands were above her head, leaning against the tree for leverage. His knees were slightly bent as he rocked into her. They found a rhythm. Her head tipped back and she tightened her body around him like a second skin. Her hand curved around his neck before they drifted over broad shoulders and to his back. Her fingers sank into his soft skin and when he withdrew she dragged them across his skin, knowing that there would be claw marks left behind. Their bodies never broke contact.
The scent of sweat lingered in the air. That didn’t stop them. Nothing would stop them. They would keep moving, keep finding new places to touch each other just as long as this feeling never faded away. “God, I love you,” he said in a low voice.
His words slipped past my skin, ran through my veins and went straight to my heart.
My skin started to tingle, until it felt alive. Tears welled up in my eyes. Stay, stay, stay, I thought to myself frantically. I didn’t want this feeling to leave me. I tried to pace myself, but it was futile. I was past that mark. My muscles tightened and my eyes shot open and above me the sky blurred into a gray mist. My body felt incredible, almost weightless.
The sensations started to ebb, making me feel boneless.
My head dropped to his shoulders and I held on as Lachlan moved inside me with frantic thrusts before the heels of his feet lifted off the ground and held his body in place for a second. His head was back, giving me a view of his jaw and neck. He shouted incoherently, his body shuddered. I smiled faintly and kissed his shoulder.
I felt his heart beating violently.
His head dropped onto my shoulder. I heard him say again against my skin, “God, I love you.” I curled my fingers into his hair.
He held me because I couldn’t move. I felt like a rag doll. My legs and arms still dangling around him.
When my heartbeat started to slow, he finally released me. My feet touched the ground. I stumbled a few steps away, like I had forgotten how to walk.
I fixed my clothes and the whole time Lachlan stood perfectly still. His chest heaved and his head rested against the tree.
I slid the last button in place and swallowed. “Please don’t tell me you regret it,” I said tentatively.
His eyes closed as if he was in pain. He straightened and tossed the condom off and buttoned up his pants. He finally saw his wallet on the ground. He frowned at it like he had no idea how it got there.
“I probably should, shouldn’t I? But I can’t.” He pointed to where the two of us had been entwined. “I’ll never regret that.”
“Then why do you look like that?”
He grabbed his shirt and put it on with quick, angry jerks. It slid in place and he stared at me with shock.
“I’m not finished!” He exploded.
I stopped in my tracks, my eyes wide.
“You’re leaving here and I’m so fucking proud of you,” he whispered. “But if tonight showed me anything, it’s that I love you and I’m never going to get you out of my system.”
My lips parted but I didn’t say a thing. I was still reeling from his words. I love you coming from Lachlan would never get old. Those three words sent a jolt through my body.
He laughed humorlessly. “I don’t want to let you go.”
I didn’t want him to let me go. I wanted to stay beside him for the rest of my life. I didn’t tell him how I felt though. That small voice in my head whispered to me, telling me that the minute I said what I wanted, it would never come true.
I walked over to him, my arms wrapping around his waist. My face was bent, looking up at him. He leaned down, his lips moving slowly over mine. Everything I didn’t say, I poured into that kiss. Lachlan responded back, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.
I pulled back first.
“We should get back,” I said with regret.