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“The suit almost made me forget how lethal you can be.”

His mouth curved. “The suit was never meant to make me look harmless, Mouse.”

“No. It makes the threat look expensive.”

His hand tightened beneath my ass. “Keep looking at me like that and dinner’s going to have to wait.”

“I’ve only been looking at you for thirty seconds.”

“And you’re already causing trouble.”

I kissed him again before his ego became completely intolerable.

He carried me through the doorway and kicked it shut behind us. By the time we reached the kitchen, my sweater had slipped farther down my shoulder, and my fingers had already wrecked whatever effort he’d put into his hair.

He set me on the end of the island, away from the candles and place settings I had arranged at the other end.

I hooked one ankle behind his thigh to keep him between my knees.

Lachlan kissed me again, one hand sliding around the back of my neck while the other disappeared beneath the loose hem of my sweater and settled against my waist.

His palm slid higher beneath my sweater and paused when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to murmur, “Mm.”

I smiled as his hand continued upward and cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

The look he gave me made all the effort I had put into dinner suddenly seem much less important.

“Trying to kill me before I eat.”

“That seems dramatic.”

“Aye?” His hand closed more fully around my breast. “You open the door looking like this and expect me to eat dinner?”

His fingers squeezed my nipple just enough to send heat between my thighs.

“I spent all day making it,” I said, arching into his hand.

“Then I suppose fucking you will have to wait.”

His other hand slid into my hair, and his mouth found mine again.

The kiss deepened quickly. My knees tightened against his hips as his thumb moved over my nipple again, pulling a soft moan from me.

His mouth curved against mine.

“I missed that.”

A delicious shiver slipped down my spine.

The hand in my hair moved higher until his fingers found the elastic band holding my ponytail. He pulled it free, and my curls spilled over my shoulders and down my back.

His other hand left my breast and slid into my hair too, his fingers working through the long curls.

“There you are.”

I laughed softly. “You object to ponytails now?”

“I’ve loved this hair since the first time I saw it loose over your bare shoulders in that pretty yellow dress.” His fingers gathered a thick handful near the nape of my neck. “I like the thought of all this wrapped around my fist while I’ve got the rest of you pinned where I want you.”