The fork in his hand crashed to the floor as he dropped it and I cried out as his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking me deep. Then the flat of his tongue followed the trail up my chest until it reached my collarbone.
With one hand he jerked down his shorts and the other dipped into the puddle of syrup in my nearly empty plate. I leaned back, bracing my weight on my hands as his fingers circled the tip of my breast. Then he gathered up more syrup and repeated the process with the other.
My head fell back as he devoured the sticky sweetness from my breasts, his groan vibrating against my sensitive flesh. Then his fingers pressed against my lips, urging me to open my mouth. I laved them with my tongue as I sucked every bit of the sugary liquid.
When his fingers were clean, he pulled them from my mouth and sat back down in his chair, shoving my legs open then yanking my ass to the edge of the table. I lifted my heels, resting them against the tabletop next to my ass to support my legs and gasped when the tip of his tongue ran down my inner thigh.
My clit throbbed as he repeated the caress on my other leg, stopping just short of my pussy. Using his thumbs, he opened me up to his gaze. Then his mouth was on me, devouring me with uncontrollable urgency. My hips jerked on the table, my legs clenching around his face. He put his palms to my inner thighs and shoved them back apart as his lips and tongue consumed me.
My upper body fell back, my head dangling over the edge of the table on the other side, and I gave myself up to the sensations. My hands clutched at his skull as his lips closed around my clit, sucking hard as the tip of his tongue flicked. I cried out and arched against the intensity of the pleasure. He took my hands, hooking them behind my knees, urging me to hold my legs up.
When I did, his left hand moved up my body to pluck at my nipples before pinching one and tugging hard as he plunged two fingers of his right hand inside me. The table shuddered and groaned beneath me as I writhed on top of it, unable to keep still beneath his mouth. Then he pressed the tips of his fingers against a spot deep inside me that made me see stars.
As he rubbed that spot firmly, his tongue moved rapidly over my clit, and my entire body jerked. Seconds later, I screamed as I came, my back arching so hard that only my ass and head touched the table beneath me. Black spots danced in front of my eyes as his mouth continued to work me, drawing out the spasms until I was begging him to stop.
I heard his chair crash to the floor as he stood, sweeping me off the table and carrying me to the bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me, the rigid length of his cock already sliding inside my body.
“I was right,” he growled. “Your pussy tastes even better than your mouth.”
His arms shoved beneath my back, his hands clasping the nape of my neck to hold me still as he pounded inside me. Incredibly, the friction brought my orgasm to life again and I wrapped my legs around his hips, crying out from the wild trembling that wracked my body. My nails dragged down his back, breaking the skin.
“Fuck,” he growled, his thrusts losing their rhythm before he rammed into me one last time and came.
He lowered his head, his cheek brushing mine. We were both breathing hard, our chests pressed so tightly together that I could feel the hard thump of his heart against mine. My arms were loosely wrapped around him and my ankles were hooked at the base of his spine.
As our bodies calmed, I ran my hand over the back of his head, enjoying the prickliness of his short hair and pressing a kiss to the skin beneath his ear. He shuddered against me, which created an echoing shiver in me when his cock twitched.
He chuckled against my shoulder. “I think I’m going to make you pancakes every morning,” he said, flicking my earlobe with the tip of his nose. “Though I’d probably be too exhausted to do anything else the rest of the day.”
“Hmmm,” I mumbled, my mind too hazy to form a reply.
“Is that a yes or no?” he asked, lifting his head to look down at me.
“That’s anit’s fine with me,” I replied, my voice hoarse. “Now quit talking. I need a recovery nap.”
“Nope,” he teased. “You have to go disinfect the kitchen and the table.”
I closed my eyes. “Meh. Who cares? We’re shifters. We can’t catch diseases.”
He laughed, rolling to the side without releasing his hold on me. After a few moments of fidgeting and my accidental elbow to his gut, Lachlan lay on his back with my body tucked against his side, my head on his shoulder.
Convinced I was now boneless, I lay against Lachlan, drowsy and satisfied. I stroked his chest with my hand, enjoying the feel of hard muscle covered in hot, smooth skin and a light dusting of hair.
His fingers moved over my scalp, sifting through the strands of my hair.
When he spoke, I could feel the vibration against my cheek. “Why did you leave without saying good-bye, Chloe?” he asked.
My hand stilled and I closed my eyes. Shit, why did he have to ask me that right now? There was no easy answer. No believable lie that I could give him.
“Chloe?” he asked when I didn’t answer at first.
I focused on the slow, steady beat of his heart against my palm for a moment. I could give him the truth. Just not the whole truth. I wasn’t ready for that conversation and neither was he.
“I didn’t want to say good-bye to you,” I murmured. “Because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t want to leave.”
It was his turn to still, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Why?”
Grateful I wasn’t looking into his eyes, I answered, “I care about you, Ian. A lot more than I realized. But I needed to come here. I just didn’t expect to feel guilty about it.”
