Page 120 of Pride: The Rogue
An ache grew between her legs; her body reminding Livian, taunting her, tempting her, with thoughts of all the ways in which Latimer brought her to the greatest peaks of pleasure.
So,thiswas the real struggle that’d brought Adam and Eve to that greatest fall. It hadn’t been an apple, after all.
Like the devil who’d sensed her weakening, Lachlan cupped her face in his right hand.
Against her will, against all better judgment, Livian closed her eyes. She leaned into his caress.
“Neither of us are married yet,” Lachlan murmured, sliding his knuckles along her cheek. “Nor am I officially betrothed.”
With an agonizing slowness, he caught the edge of her hems and inched them up.
“We cannot do this.” Her protestations sounded weak to her own ears.
“Why?” he tempted like Satan himself, biting at her lower lip, sucking it.
She moaned. “I’ve already told you why.”
“Yea.” Lachlan gave her another little bite, this one, harder. “I decided those weren’t good enough reasons, sweetheart.”
“Youdecided?”
“Yes.”
An anguished laugh spilled past her lips.
Lachlan swallowed that telling sound, keeping it for him, keeping ittothem. Were anyone to hear, scandal would rain down—for both of them.
Would that be so bad… that desperate corner of her soul that marked Livian, her mother’s daughter, whispered.
Lachlan skimmed his hard, callused palms up her calves and knees. When he reached her thighs, he sank his fingertips into the flesh, and she moaned long and low.
“Wouldwhatwould be so bad, darlin’?” he whispered against her mouth.
All the while he brought her skirts higher and higher until they were sprawled around them. Her center, bare before him, drenched and aching, and from just the faintest of touches and the power of his kiss.
Like he’d heard Livian’s innermost thoughts and sought to see for himself, Lachlan teased her with his fingers.
She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.
He slipped a finger inside her drenched channel. “Aww, your cunny is weeping, love.”
Livian moaned and wrapping her arms tight about his neck, moved urgently against his hand. How mad he could drive her with just the whisperings of his wicked words and the slightest of touches.
Lachlan chuckled. Though that low, sonorous rumble sounded strained. “I canfeelhow much you’ve missed me, darlin’.”
More than he could ever know, and not in the ways he spoke of.
“I’ve missed being inside you, too, love.”
That’s not all I want, she silently cried.
“I’ll help you, darlin’,” he soothed. “We’ll help each other. Would you like that?” he asked, his voice hoarsened with a passion to match her own.
She nodded shakily.
“I knew you would,” he said, sounding enormously relieved.
Lachlan released himself from his trousers; his enormous erection sprung free.
