Page 69 of Over the Limit

My groan is guttural as I slide my hand back and forth over my hardened shaft.

“One night? That’s it?” The strain in my voice is audible. “How do you know that when you’ve only ever been with Rossi?”

She runs her hands over her breasts. I can see the dusty rose of her nipples through the lace. I can see them pucker. Can smell her fucking arousal from here.

“I want to watch,” she says and looks down to my pants.

Like I need to be any harder but those words . . . those words fucking do it. With my free hand, I slide my sweats down over my fisted cock and my hips and step out of them.

The entire time I’m watching her. The shudder of her shoulders when she sees me. The gasp of breath when I groan. The chills that chase over her skin. Her eyes finding mine again.

I quirk an eyebrow. There you go, Blair. What are you going to do about it?

“Three hours.” She takes a step toward me. “Three hours playing on a golf course.” And another step as I tighten my fist. “But it was really only one minute.”

My breath hitches when she reaches out and runs a hand down my chest. Her fingernails scrape softly over my skin.

“One fucking minute,” she murmurs as she steps into me so that we’re a feather width apart. So that her exhale is my next inhale. So that I can feel her body desperate for mine. She wraps her hand over mine and helps me stroke this one time. “One. Fucking. Minute. When your lips touched mine that I knew I had to have you.”

Her voice never wavers. It never even hesitates. It’s as sure and steady as her confidence walking in here.

“That’s a bold statement,” I breathe out.

“You might think I’ve only ever been with Rossi, but my heart stopped beating for him a long time ago. Not just weeks ago. We are history, Evans. I’m only looking at the future now. I’m only looking at you.”

She grabs hold of my cock and slides down, rubbing her hand over the top and then back to its base.

It’s fucking heaven.

Our eyes hold. I fist my hand in her hair and hold her head back so she’s forced to look at me. So she won’t be distracted. So she’ll hear me loud and fucking clear.

“Well, I’m going to need a hell of a lot more time than one minute tonight to fuck the desperation out of me that I’ve felt since that first night.”

She lifts to her tiptoes so that our lips whisper over each other’s when she speaks. “I’m willing to take that punishment,” she says, her hardened nipples brushing against my bare chest. “To risk that reward.” She licks her tongue over the seam of my lips. “And, Lachlan, it’s going to take a lot longer than a minute.” This time she licks a line up the side of my throat and tugs on my ear.

My growl fills the room. From one beat to the next I have my hands threaded through her hair and my lips on hers. I don’t ask. I simply take. Her taste. Her tongue. Her moans. Her kiss.

It’s all I can think about. All I want to think about. I savor it. Savor her.

Make it last. Make it fucking last, Lach, but that might be impossible with her body in my hands.

“Lach,” she moans out when my hand cups her breast, my thumb and forefinger rolling over the tightly puckered bud. “I want you.” Her hand slides between her thighs, digs into her wetness, and then slides it over my cock.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, ever felt. The proof of what I do to her. The knowledge that she wants to give that to me.

I grab her wrist and take her fingers to my lips and suck on two of them. The sweet taste of her consumes me. Fuels me. Ruins me and my patience.

From one beat to the next, my lips are back on hers, and the two of us are stumbling down the hall toward my bedroom. It’s like those damn fourteen days have been torture and we can’t bear to part.

“On the bed,” I tell her and watch as she bends over slowly and crawls on all fours up the mattress. The white lace splits over her arse and pussy and gives me the most glorious view as she makes a show of it.

Then she turns over and spreads her legs to give me an even better look as I roll a condom on my cock.

“Good God, woman,” I mutter as I fill the space between her thighs and take in the glistening pink and the unmistakable scent of her desire. I use my hands to spread her thighs even wider as I dip my head down and run my tongue from clit to slit.

My feral growl owns the fucking room. I’ve never tasted anything better—never been harder—in my whole goddamn life.

My eyes are locked on hers from above her mound as I swirl my tongue over her clit, again and again, before tucking two fingers into her and making sure she’s ready for me. She grips my fingers with her muscles as her thighs tense on my shoulders.