Page 87 of Pride: The Rogue
This again.
And yet, instead of being affronted, she felt warmed all over, inside and out, that he should care about her well-being.
“Lachlan,” she said softly, resting her palms upon his lapel. “I assure you. I was in my room. The door was locked—”
“He was looking for you, sweetheart,” he hissed. “Like I said, one of these days, I won’t be there to protect you.”
She released a frustrated sigh. “Not everyone means me harm, Lachlan.”
How was it possible to be equal parts touched and irate with a person?
“God, you’re maddening,” he bit out.
“Which makes us a fine fit, as at this given moment, you are makingmemad.”
The sounds of heavy footfalls and approaching voices cut short the remainder of their quarrel.
With a quiet curse, Lachlan, grabbed her again, this time by the hand, and steered her into her room.
He closed the door and locked it, just as footfalls reached the main landing.
Never relinquishing his hold, Latimer kept Livian anchored between his hard body and the sturdy wood panel.
The feel of his broad, muscled chest against her and his oak-hard thighs pressed to hers, sent a rush of memories of what they’d done together, flooding in. Desire pooled between her legs.
Her breathing, in perfect match to Lachlan’s, grew shallow and ragged.
Livian stared at Lachlan’s beautiful, hard, mouth and tipped her chin up in a reflexive plea for his kiss.
His dark, sooty lashes swept low, and he dipped his head.
Muffled discourse broke out on the other side of the door and stopped Lachlan in his tracks.
Livian bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out in misery and frustration at the loss of his embrace.
“…is he dead…?”
Lachlan pressed a finger against her lips.
“Nah. Blubbering, he is.”
“I think he’s groaning.”
While various voices chimed in with questions and explanations, Livian laid her cheek against Lachlan’s chest and welcomed the white, radiant heat that poured from his body and into hers.
Against the flat of her belly, Lachlan’s shaft hardened.
Livian’s breath caught.
He wants me, too.
After that moment of passion between them, earlier in the day, with Lachlan’s cold mockery and insistence that he’d been teaching her a lesson, she’d believed him indifferent to her, and it had broken her heart.
Her eyes slid closed.
Only, to discover, she’d been wrong.
“Get him up, lads.”
