“For crying out loud. Give me a second to explain. The sex was mind-blowing.”
“Then why did you jump out of bed, looking at me like I was some kind of virus?”
“Jeesh, Lucky. Listen up. I’ve only had sex with two other men in my life. I couldn’t believe I jumped into bed with you after only knowing you for a few hours.”
His brows raise. “Really? Fook me dead. I had no idea.”
“Last night was perfectly, perfect.” I cup his cheek, the shadow of his beard scraping my palm. “I just, um... I can’t...”
“Go ahead, say it. You can’t be with a man like me, a lowlife bodyguard.” The tone is sharp and his eyes which had just softened, go hard again.
“I didn’t say that. Dammit. You keep putting words in my mouth.”
He stands, the chair falls back, and his mouth crashes down on mine. Scenes of last night flood as my hands reach up and hold him.
He grabs my ass and jerks me forward to the hard want beneath his sweats. Senseless and shameless, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks me into the bedroom.
There, he traps me against the wall, tugs off my pants, and after pulling out his length, thrusts into me.
The unexpectedness of him inside me sets me on edge and I scream into his mouth.
To get a better angle, I lock my ankles behind his back and grab onto his shoulders. In response, he enters me deeper and our cores meet with him circling his finger around my nub.
Against the wall, he drives into me and this incredible orgasm looms. Having gotten off in the shower, I think it impossible to come again but not so. I can’t breathe, can’t live, can’t do anything except reach for the growing need that refuses to blossom.
As I clench, Lochlan grows thicker and drives home faster.
“Fook, Callie. I’m on fire. Come with me, luv.”
The accent, the heat in his eyes, and the swelling of his cock pushes me into a tsunami that starts at my clit, rolls over my body, and explodes behind my eyelids.
“Oh God, Loch.”
He rides my high, groans deep within his chest and shuddering, cums. Forehead to forehead we drink in each other’s eyes. Something was settled, but I can’t say what.
“Lochlan...”
“Don’t speak. I just want you to know what you’ll be missin’ if you settle for that Russian bloke. Get dressed. We need to drop those earrings off at the bank.” He strides to the bathroom, water runs, and he comes back with a warm washcloth.
Then, he falls onto his knees, kisses my bush, and washes his cum from me. He stops and pales. “Fook. I messed up. Are you on the pill?”
“No worries. We’re okay.”
He hisses out a breath. “I mean, if you weren’t I would, you know, be a dad, whatever you wanted. Crikey luv, I’m so sorry. I’m clean. I can prove it. I mean if you want... Sweet Bloody hell...”
I squat so we’re eye to eye and cup his cheeks. “Lochlan, I’m on the pill. I believe you. This was both of our faults. When we’re together, we seem to combust.”
“Damn straight.” He gives me a grin, the conceited Aussie façade back in place. “Let’s go put those bobs of yours back in the safe.”
Minutes later, I sit in the backseat as Suds drives us to the bank. A bright sun sparkles on the thick blanket of snow as people carve out their cars, sidewalks, and drives.
No one seems to know that everything changed last night.
My heart is fuller, my sight clearer, and all of my senses heightened. Is this what it’s like to fall in love or simply my body’s chemical reaction to amazing sex?
I curse myself for my cowardice. All I had to do is reach out, touch his face, and ask him to meet up before he heads back to New York.
Now, it’s too late. After we dressed, he was all business, like last night never happened. I will have had my first and only one-night stand.
