Page 132 of Manhattan Secret

Watching me.

Wanting me.

I wet my lips.

His eyes are blue fire.

I don’t think he’s ever been as sexy as he is right now.

And he’s mine.

Which is why I don’t need to wait forhimto kiss me.

We’ve always had this incredible tension bouncing between us.

Only now, it’s unfettered and snarling to beowned.

Up on my tiptoes, straining against his chest, Lachie fixes his hands to my hips, lowering his head, smiling as he waits for me to take his lips and he whispers right before we connect, “there’s my mouse.”

Here I am. Taking what I want. Fighting for what I crave. For who I adore.

It finally makes sense what Lachie has said.

Without his overwhelming coercing, allowing me the time to really know what I’m fighting for, I might have always pulled against our differences.

Now though? I jump in, both feet, taking all of my heart with me.

He tastes just as I remember, only better, more potent and the kiss makes me moan into his lips as he takes over, deepening, owning.

“This sexy mouth. Missed it,” he groans. “I’ll need to kiss you for hours, Laney.”

“Yes, god yes. Let’s do that.”

Frantic, hot breath exchanging of lips and tongues.

It’s fantastic and I could have cried when he wrenches away from my needy mouth and bodily carries me across to the bed, tossing me down like a sack of something heavy. I moan an oomph noise, but Lachlan covers me with his body making everything ten times better. Rolling to his knees, he straddles my lower legs.

I feel the heat trying to climb up my chest into my cheeks with his close perusal. His eyes moving slowly over me. Nothing is left out when I shiver.

And then he strokes a hand between my boobs. “Still horny?” He asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer. Such a devil.

“For you, always. Get to it, Lachlan. Do I need to be your teacher again and threaten detention?”

“Oh, fuck,” he half-laughs, palming his cock, hesqueezesa drop of liquid fromthe tip and nearly has my head exploding with how sexy it looks.

“I’ll be the teacher if we ever play that again. Need to put my mouse in her place, don’t I?” He works me up with just a fingertip between my legs and I’m nearly crying with how good it feels. “Put my naughty girl on her knees, let her earn an A from her Sir.”

He’s such a lewd boy … and I love it.

Lachie’s tongue peeks out to touch the upper corner of his smile when he knows he has me on the very edge.

Achy, squirming, I fight back the climax as I look up at him, the tormenting love of my life circling more pressure to my clit and with one more flick, he pushes me over, capturing my lips and my cry as I shudder.

I push from my mind how easily he rolls on a condom without dragging his eyes from me once to glance down to see if he’s placed it correctly, and how often he’s done that exact move with others.

Now isn’t the time to feel inadequate.

Lachlan wants me.

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