She lifted her gaze to his face, the utter rapture smoldering there making her heavy pussy tight with need. Her clit throbbed, swollen with blood and want. She ached for him to touch her, to take her over the edge, and yet, with the salt of his seed still on her tongue, she’d never felt so sated.
It was an exquisite contradiction she reveled in. He was a contradiction, Lachlan. Her Lachlan.
Her Lachlan? Did that mean—
Before the rest of the question could form in Cameron’s mind, Lachlan tugged her from the floor, his eyes afire with promises.
“You drive me beyond control, Cameron Winters.” He cupped her face with a steady hand, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Never have I lost the power over my own body, never have I come before I allowed myself, but you reduce me to a horny boy.”
His words sent a flutter of wicked delight through her belly. She smiled, trailing her fingers up the length of his stomach, over his chest to his jaw. “You’re not apologising for what just happened, are—”
Lachlan didn’t let her finish. Without warning, he scooped her off her feet and flung her over his shoulder. “I will apologise,” he promised, “but first...”
He strode through her living room, carrying Cameron with ease. She let him, her clit a throbbing button of impatient want, her breath shallow and rapid. She knew where he was taking her. The kitchen.
Five heartbeats later, he lowered her to her feet. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he skimmed his hands under the loose caress of her robe, holding her stare with his as he explored her body. For a moment, she almost let the silken garment slip from her shoulders, but he stayed it, returning it to its place. “Not yet,” he murmured with a slow shake of his head.
A shiver rippled through her.
And then a tremble shook him when, with a gentle push and pull on her hips, he turned her away from him.
The island counter of her small kitchen sat before her, the only items resting on its black granite surface a vase of native orchids, a derailleur cable cutter she’d used the day before while working on the Triumph, and a notepad. Her gaze flicked over each one, her mind roaring with what was about to happen.
As if he knew her thoughts, Lachlan stepped closer to her body and pressed his hips to her backside. He slipped his hands under the hem of her robe, his lips nuzzling the side of her neck as, with a silent command, he bent her forward, one palm on her belly pulling her back into his body, the other sliding up her spine to bend her over.
Her bare breasts swung forward, her nipples kissing the cool granite. She hissed in a swift breath, the contact sending electric shards of sensation through her. Or maybe it was the cool air on her sodden pussy. Air there because Lachlan had bunched her robe up over her backside, revealing her sex to the room.
To his gaze.
She stood bent partially over the counter, her legs splayed slightly, her palms pressed to the granite, her eyes closed. It was at once a submissive position and one of power, and she’d never been so turned on. When Lachlan’s hands stroked over the curve of each arse cheek, she couldn’t stop the deep tremble claiming her.
When his fingers dipped to her sex, she couldn’t suppress her whimper. She didn’t want to.
“You are so wet, Cameron.” He spoke at her shoulder, the length of his body pressing against hers. His fingers parted her folds, penetrating her heat with one deep, slow thrust. “So wet and so tight.”
He withdrew from her sheath and found her clit with his cream-slicked fingers. Shards of delicious tension sank into her core at the pressure and she arched her back, wanting more.
“Christ, I want to be inside you now, babe,” he groaned, wriggling two fingers inside her sex once again. Wild ribbons of pleasure unfurled through her, twisting and knotting together. “Just as much as I want to do this.”
For a split second—the length of time it took Cameron’s heart to smash hard against her breastbone—Lachlan seemed to be gone. And then his tongue swiped over her pussy and it was all she could do not to cry out.
Oh God, oh God, yes.
He lapped at her folds, parting them with his tongue in insistent strokes that lingered on her clit. She writhed against the counter, her nipples growing harder, her breath caught in her throat.
“Please.” She rotated her hips, the heat inside her core growing tighter. “Please, Lachlan, I want you inside me.”
He straightened behind her and pressed his groin to her wet sex. He was semi-hard, his length already recovering from his orgasm, and Cameron moaned. The sensation of his flesh on hers almost undid her.
“Please,” she murmured again, the word tripping on her lips as he smoothed his hands under her bunched robe to explore her back. “You’ve made me come so many times…and you’ve only—” she gasped as he skimmed the side swell of her breast with the back of his knuckles, “—only come once. Be inside me, please. I want…I need you inside me now.”
He leant closer to her body, cupping her breast completely with his palm. “Not yet, babe. Soon. It doesn’t matter how many times I come. It’s your pleasure I want. Yours.”
She shook her head, the words driving her to the very precipice. “It’s not…you need…”
He pinched her straining nipple with a gentle grip. “I’m almost there again. You’re so beautiful, so hot, that I’m almost ready again, but not like this. When I do finally sink into your sweet pussy, I want to be looking into your eyes. I want to watch the pleasure on your face and see your lips form my name.”
Cameron whimpered at his statement uttered on a low growl between her shoulder blades. He kissed her there, a teasing pressure on her skin before his lips charted a slow path down the line of her spine to her arse. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her anus, the unexpected contact making her cry out. What, she didn’t know. Her head was so clouded with raw pleasure she could barely think straight. All she knew was she was on the cusp of the most powerful orgasm of her life. She could feel it building not just in her pussy, her core, but in her soul.
“Lachlan,” she begged, spreading her thighs wider. “Please…”
It was unfair, of course. He’d given her so many climaxes and he’d had so few, but she wanted to come. Oh God save her, she wanted to come so bad. With Lachlan inside her. She wanted to be stretched to her limit by his size and drench his rigid flesh with her—
He pushed at her anus with the tip of his tongue and all thought vanished, replaced by a tsunami of absolute rapture.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, eyes closing, “oh yes, oh fuck.”
“I’m hard now, babe.” Lachlan’s warm breath bathed her sodden pussy lips as he roamed his hands up and down her thighs. “I’m so fucking hard I could bury myself in your cunt in a heartbeat. But I can’t stop tasting your cream. You taste too good.”
As if to prove his very claim, he swiped his tongue over her pussy lips and then flicked it over her clit. She bucked backward, barely able to remain standing, her sex constricting and throbbing with demanding urgency.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against her flesh. “So fucking good. And you’re so wet…” His tongue teased her clit again. “So wet for me.”
“Please, Lachlan,” she rammed her sex harder to his mouth. “Be inside me. I need you inside me.”
But he didn’t stop. His hands held her thighs wide as his tongue and teeth and lips sucked and lapped and nipped at her sex. He feasted on the flesh of her womanhood again and again until, every nerve-ending in her body thrumming, she came.
She cried out his name. For every quaking throb of her sex, she called out his name until her voice was hoarse. Her orgasm shuddered through her and he continued to fuck her with his mouth. He was relentless. Determined. He licked her out over and over, and when she finally knew she’d reached her limit, when she couldn’t take anymore, when she begged him to stop even as she pushed her pussy closer to his mouth, he rose to his feet, pressed his lips to the base of her spine and then pulled her away from the kitchen c
ounter. He turned her to face him.
“Now, Cameron,” he said, taking a step backward. “Now I’m going to be inside you.”
He stripped his shirt from his body, his muscles flexing and coiling as he tossed it aside. Cameron gazed at him, the sheer masculinity of his form stealing her breath. Virility radiated from him with potent force, undeniable and absolute. For a split second, her heart slammed hard in her throat. He could overpower her in a moment. Without effort or—
Lachlan slid his jeans down his hips and Cameron’s stolen breath burst from her in a shaky moan. His cock jutted straight upright, thick and rigid once more, its long length venous and undeniable. A tiny pearl of pre-come anointed its distended head, a glistening testament to his want.
His gaze holding hers, he toed off his boots and shucked his legs out of his jeans. Her stare dropped to his erection again, her heart racing. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, wishing to hell she could think of something witty and clever to say. Kole would have. Kole would have spiced the molten moment with a sexy double entendre disguised as clever observation. But Kole no longer was, and Lachlan was here for her, Cameron, not the model he’d met but a few hours earlier.
“Condom?” Lachlan’s low voice jerked her attention back to his face. She flushed, the pit of her belly so damn tight she pressed her thighs together, her clit an aching button of flesh.
She shook her head. “Pill.”
He swallowed, his nostrils flaring. “You trust me?”
This time she nodded her head, her pulse pounding. “I do.”
Lachlan stepped the small distance between them and crushed her mouth with his. His tongue delved past her lips as he scooped up her right leg and, with one fierce, fluid thrust, drove his cock to the root inside her.
Oh fuck, I’m inside her. I’m inside her.
The delirious thought roared through Lachlan’s mind. She was tight and wet and hot around him, a sheath of sublime sensations he could barely survive. He dragged his mouth from her lips and gazed into her face, the sight of her shuttered eyes, her parted lips, her flushed cheeks sending fresh steel into his cock. It throbbed inside her sex, his balls growing full with pleasure. She moaned, rolling her hips to mimic his penetrations. The rhythm was in perfect sync with each deep thrust he made, and his mind once again sang with rapturous bliss.
Inside her. I’m inside her. Oh fuck, I’m inside her and it’s so good, so good, so fucking good…
“Lachlan,” she murmured, scoring her nails at his shoulders, her pussy constricting around his length, “that feels…that feels…oh, yes, that’s so good.”
The words tumbled from her lips in hitching gasps, her eyebrows knitting as waves of pleasure took her. Lachlan felt each one tremble through her body and each one fed his pleasure for her. He wouldn’t come. Not yet. He was balancing on the very edge of eruption, but he wouldn’t come. Not until Cameron did. Only then would he relinquish his tenuous hold on his control.
But holy shit, it was hard.
“So good.” Cameron rolled her hips, taking him deeper. “So right.”
Lachlan’s head swum at her moan. Right. It was right. It had never felt righter. Of all the women he’d been with, Cameron Winters—once his fantasy and then the embodiment of everything he despised—was the only woman to make him want to be more than he already was. The only woman to make him believe he could be more than a heartless businessman.
The only one to shatter his control. The only one to make him laugh.
He pulled her leg higher, sinking deeper into her tight heat, the thought charging him with something beyond base pleasure. Something…more.
Lachlan’s heart smacked into his throat.
Christ, he was in love with her. For what she was. For what he was with her.
He was in love with her, he was inside her and he was with her. In every sense.
And that, more than anything else, was right.
“Oh God, Lachlan,” Cameron pushed into his thrusts, “It feels so good.” Her pussy squeezed his cock in exquisite pulses. “So good.”
He slowed his thrusts, wanting it to last forever. Wanting to feel her enveloping his shaft until time ended.
She rolled her hips, grinding her clit to the root of his cock. The contact sent squirming pressure into his balls, up his spine.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder, Lachlan. Please.”
For a moment, it was all he could do not to come. The carnal need in her voice was as potent as the constricting pressure on his dick. His balls rose up, his cock throbbed, and then he pumped into her again, long, fast strokes that impaled her time and again.
She whimpered, the sounds of her pleasure low in her throat. “Oh yes, yes.” She rolled her head, arching into his body. Her heel dug into the back of his thigh, her pussy sucking at his cock. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”
He captured one breast with a hand and pinched her nipple between his knuckles. “Come for me, Cameron. Come for me. Come with me.”
She opened her eyes and gazed at him, her breath shallow and rapid, and it was too much. Too much. The wonder, the rapture, the sheer pleasure on her face, in her eyes as she gazed at him was too much.
Constricting fire erupted in his balls and his mind roared. He fought to maintain control and lost, his rhythm deserting him as his orgasm rushed at him. And just when he thought all was lost, that once again he wasn’t going to make it, Cameron threw back her head and came, his name a moan on her lips, whispered again and again. “Lachlan, Lachlan…”
“I’m yours, babe,” he groaned back, thrusting into her, pumping her full of his release. “I’m yours, oh fuck, I’m yours.”
He was. Completely and utterly.
And wanted it no other way.
A lifetime later, or maybe only a few heartbeats, he slumped against her, spent. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to the side of his throat. “That was very impressive.”
He chuckled at her murmured compliment, pulling away a little to give her a grin. “Almost as good as my soccer playing?”
She burst out laughing, her inner muscles pulsing on his softening cock. “Oh well, I wouldn’t say that.”
Lachlan laughed with her, letting his fingers slip from the back of her thigh. Her leg lowered to the floor, the action dislodging his shaft from her sex. The displacement sent ribbons of loss through him, a surreal sensation he’d never experienced before.
Because you’ve never been in love before.
No, he hadn’t, but now that he was he wanted to tell the world.
“But definitely as good as your Twister playing.”
Cameron’s husky voice played with his senses. He grinned, the memory of the game in his library shooting shards of renewed interest into his groin. “That good, ‘eh?”
She nodded. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “And where’s that?”
She raised her hands to the front of her shoulders and slipped her robe from her body, standing before him in nothing but her creamy, flawless skin. “My bed.” She touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip, a ghost of the sex kitten he’d lusted after so many years ago in the teasing smile. “Coming?”
Without waiting for his answer, she stepped from the pooled silk at her feet and brushed past Lachlan to walk from the kitchen space. The muscles of her backside bunched and flexed as she continued, the sight making the pit of Lachlan’s stomach tighten. Christ, even the sight of her trailing her fingertips over the tank of the stripped-down motorbike as she walked past it on her way to her bedroom made his heart trip.
He let out a slow breath, watching her go. There wasn’t a hope in hell he was getting it up any time soon, but that didn’t stop every other molecule in his body responding to her. It also didn’t mean he couldn’t spend the next however long it took doing wicked things to her body. Things to make her moan and writhe and beg for more. Things to make her whimper his name the
way he loved so much.
Things to make her ache for him so much when he told her he loved her she wouldn’t laugh in his face.
Things to show her just how truthful he was being when he said he was hers.
He followed her to her room, not remotely interested in the fact his cell phone started to ring from his jeans pocket on the floor. Whoever was on the other end could bloody well wait. Until Monday. He was taking the weekend off, damn it. In fact, he was taking the rest of the month off. He was the CEO of the corporation. He was allowed to take some personal time. If Cameron wanted, maybe they could fly to Mauritius for a while? Or Dubai? Or St Lucia? Somewhere where the only thing they had to concern them was when they would swim, when they would eat and when they would make love to each other.
A smile pulled at Lachlan’s lips. Yes, some time away from work was definitely called for. He’d suggest it to Cameron the moment they finished…
The thought faded away as his stare fell on Cameron were she lay on her bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with steady, deep breaths.
Her long bare legs were askew, her hands resting loosely on her flat belly, her midnight black hair a tousled crown around her head.
Lachlan’s throat grew thick. She was beautiful. And asleep.
He crossed to the bed, unable to stop his smile. Asleep. Sound asleep.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. So much for the sex-starved couple every newspaper, gossip mag and website presented them to be this morning. If only the world’s media knew the truth. He’d shot his load with just a touch of her fingers and she’d fallen asleep waiting for him to join her on her bed.
Smile turning to a grin, he carefully climbed onto the mattress and stretched out beside her, lying on his side to watch her as she slept. That she was sleeping didn’t offend him at all. It told him she trusted him.
As he did her.
Tucking his hand beneath his cheek, he studied her sleeping profile. He didn’t need to commit to memory the way she looked. It had been a part of his psyche since he was a teenager. Didn’t mean he would ever get enough of looking at her though.
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