Page 45 of Manhattan Secret

But none of the features hold my attention.

I’m full on missile for the woman nervously clutching her fingers together.

I dump my jacket, kick off my boots, watching as her eyes roam over me, liking what she sees.

“Right now?”

I chuckle, approaching her slowly. “Right now, mouse, unless you want me to do you with your clothes on … like before?”

Just the mention of our bathroom tryst and she inhales hot little flutters shaking her chest, flushing with erotic color filling into her cheeks.

“Strip down for me, Laney.”

With a little kiss dropped to her waiting lips, I step back so I can watch.

Feeling unsettled and dangerously impatient.

She does a hip wriggle thing to inch her skinny jeans down her legs and I swear to Christ I nearly bust in my pants. Sexy girl has no idea how fucking hot she is doing the simplest things.

Plain white panties hold her pussy captive and they’re turning me into a savage to bite them off.

“Don’t tell me, you’re used to all your many girlfriends wearing silk and lace.”

Her sarcastic tone brings a grin to my face. As much as I touch her, she touches me back, inching her questing fingers under my shirt and in a quick move, I yank it over my head. “I don’t do girlfriends.”

“God forbid, Manhattan’s favorite player be tied down.”

Groaning in her ear, I slide a hand around her belly, then to toy with the leg of her panties before inching them off. “I’m down if you want to play tied up games.”

She slugs me in the gut.

I laugh, attacking her mouth with mine and she grows lax under my hands. Thrusting my hips against her naked softness, I try to ease some of the unrelenting throbbing going on in my dick. But she’s so warm and melting, while her fingers yank at the fastening of my jeans, pushing them off my legs, nothing except release so deep inside her is going to bring me down from my high.

Delaney has me on a knife edge.

Not even the first time I had sex was I this desperate.

It’s Delaney.

I want to taste her all over and in a second I have her in my arms, swallowing her shocked inhale and I press her into the wall behind her.

Our kisses are feverish and consuming. “God, you know how to kiss…Lachlan, are we doing the right thing?”

I streak my tongue down her arching neck, taking note of what she likes by the noises she makes. Sucking her pulse I tell her. “Laney… any righter and we’d combust.”

I only need to dip a few inches and her mouth meets mine. I feel it zap hot pulses through the entire length of my dick.

As I harden, her lips part with a little gasp when she feels what she’s done to my body pressed against her thigh and then a warm tongue darts carefully forward. Testing and tasting. She’s phenomenal being timid, but I want her wild and free.

Groaning, I clutch her face and tip her jaw until she’s following my lead, clutching my arms and straining onto her toes to press against me.

There she is. Hungry and clawing.

“How about this, we make a deal?”

She looks at me warily, all flush and gorgeous.

With Delaney, I’m playing for keeps.

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