Page 120 of Manhattan Secret

“Need I remind you that you licked me off your fingers only minutes ago?”

He doesn’t blink. For the dirtiest second I’m sure Lachlan is going to lean in and kiss me when he moves in and gives me his scent—filling my nose with the smell of the outdoors. My thighs clench and my pussy starts hurting for his touch again. He’s so close I see every shade of blue in his eyes.

I see the fullness of his kissable lips and the stubble decorating along his sharp jawline.

His hair looks a little longer than I remember and my fingers ache to run through it, to see if there’s enough to grab.

He doesn’t kiss me, what he does do is put his mouth against my ear, his voice drags, hot and serrated. Still tinged with his anger and yet I recognize his longing too.

“The little mouse will just have to put her words into action, make me believe it.”

Shock has me jolting even as he climbs to his feet and paces back to the door, pulling it open.

He’s … giving me a chance?

Hope goes off in me like the fourth of July rockets and my voice scratches when I call his name. “Lachlan?”

He turns, but doesn’t remove his hand from the door handle, his face unreadable.

“You want me to work for it?”

He cocks his head to the side as if to say,yeah, Laney. Work your little butt off to show me you mean what you say this time.

For the first time in fifteen long weeks my heart is light inside my chest.

I smile bigger.

“Lachlan?”

His left eyebrow comes up this time.

“Can you send me your class schedule?”

He doesn’t question why, but his eyebrow does stay high on his forehead for a few seconds.

I smile really wide and I almost catch the light in his blue eyes glinting. “Eat the damn food and sleep,” he bosses, the sexiest Lachlan scowl etched onto his beautiful face and he leaves me there.

Smiling like an idiot.

I have a chance.

And I get an email from him not five minutes later with his class schedule.

C H A P T E R 31

Lachlan

I feel like I’m about to explode.

All the blood in my body is in one place.

Of course it is.

The moment Laney is near there’s only one place my blood rushes to and that’s my fucking cock.

If it weren’t for the gaping hole in my chest, I might’ve been able to convince myself that she never existed at all.

But she’s lived in that hole, gnawing me from the inside, all this time and one look at her nearly takes me down to my fucking knees.

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