“I don’t want you to get hurt again because of me,” she whispers.
Of course, that’s what she’s worried about. I can’t remember the last time I prayed. I gave up on faith a long time ago, but the fact that I got lucky enough to land this woman twice, really makes me question my belief system. I know I don’t deserve her. No one does, though, so if someone is going to have her, it’s going to be me.
“Don’t worry about me,” I say after a moment. “As long as you’re unharmed, I’ll be fine.”
“Lach.” She pulls back and looks at me for a long moment. “I would die without you.”
My heart dips. “Yeah?” I slip my hands under her shirt and set them on her waist. “You wouldn’t just run off and marry another man?” I lean forward and kiss her again. She smiles against my mouth.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she whispers as she pulls away, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
Oh, she wants to play. I’ll take this over her uncertainty.
“Maybe, huh?” I stand up with her in my arms and set her on her feet. I tap her chin so she looks up at me. “Strip.”
Her eyes widen a touch, but she steps back and starts taking everything off slowly, holding my gaze the entire time. I’ve been hard since she gave me that look from the closet, but I was trying to contain myself, since she told me she was scared. Now, I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I continue to restrain myself and keep watching her. When she’s completely naked, I let my eyes roam her perfect body, and walk behind her to do the same to her back. I grab her ass then slap it, making her gasp, and stand flush against her back. Her breathing picks up when I dip down and rain kisses from her neck to her shoulder. I love that everything I do to her affects her. I slide my arms under hers and tweak her nipples, making her head fall back in a moan. She moans again when I grind my cock, still in my dress pants, against her naked ass. My hands leave her breasts and roam down her body.
“Maybe?” I ask when I reach her mound.
She gasps again. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Oh, baby,” I say quietly when I slip my hand between her legs and my fingers brush her already wet pussy. Fuck. I need to concentrate on my task. If I don’t, I’ll bend her over and fuck her right now. I keep moving my fingers and don’t stop until I’m at the tip of her other hole. She tries to move against my hand, but I cup her hard, not letting her use me to get herself off. I bite the shell of her ear. “You think another man can make you this wet, just by looking at you?”
“Lach.” She arches her back, trying to get me to move my hand.
I leave it there, grin against her temple, and reach around with my other hand to play with her nipples again. Fuck, she’s perfect. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” she says, shimmying her hips a little. I slide my hand and dip a finger inside her cunt. She takes a sharp breath. “Oh my God, yes.”
“Yes?” I stop moving. “Yes, you can find another man who does this to you the way I do?”
She growls, throwing her head back. “Lachlan.”
“You know what you have to do. Just say the words.” I add another finger and start fucking her with both. Fuck, she’s so damn wet I need to be inside her, but I want her to give in and tell me what I want to hear. I brush my thumb against her clit.
“Holy. . .” Her body bows off my chest. When I stop, she’s still breathing hard, but she rocks back against me. “Pleaaaseee. Just do it.”
“Do what?” I stop moving my fingers.
“Make me come,” she pants.
“No, I don’t think I will.” I take my hand out, and then turn around to walk to the bathroom. She grabs my arm before I’ve even taken my second step. I turn slightly and meet her glare. “What?”
“You can’t just leave me like that.”
“No?” I arch an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you would die without me, on one breath, and on the other, you say you might find another man.”
She growls, her eyes narrowing as she pulls me so I’m facing her completely. She’s still scowling, as she works on the buttons of my dress shirt. Still scowling as she unbuckles my belt, and takes off my pants and boxer briefs. I bite back a laugh, as I help her take off my clothes. When I’m completely naked, I just stand there, waiting. I watch as her hungry eyes roam down my body, taking in every muscle until she reaches my cock. She licks her lips when she gets there, and I have to restrain myself from throwing her on the bed and fucking her. Her hand closes around me and she starts stroking, meeting my eyes again. With her other hand, she cups my balls and starts massaging them. My stomach contracts.
“Fuck, Lyla,” I whisper.
She takes her hands off and pushes my shoulders so I fall on the bed. I don’t, but I indulge her and lie down anyway. She climbs on me and starts sliding on my cock, using it to pleasure herself. I bite my lip to keep myself from stopping her. She’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it. She brings her hands to either side of me, and I position my cock where she wants it — where I need it. She hovers there, her pussy over my cock, her face over mine as her hair falls around us.
“Would you go find another woman?” she asks quietly, her eyes searching mine.
“No.” I scowl. “Fuck no. You know I wouldn’t.”
She smiles that ghost of a smile of hers, and she begins to move up and down my cock slowly. So fucking slowly that my breath leaves me each time she does it. I think I might die from this alone. I’d say it would be a good way to go, but there’s no way in hell I’m dying and letting some other asshole have her. I hold her and flip us over, so I’m on top of her. I pull out and thrust in hard, groaning at the feel of her.
