Page 36 of Love You Already

“Don't thank me, Ace. Taking care of you is a gift. I'm the thankful one considering you're even letting me hang around you.” His grin is full of humor as he releases me and swivels me towards the bedroom.

We make our way down the hall to my sacred space. I wince as I take in how disheveled it is. I hadn't meant for anyone to see in here. Part of the funk that's come with being home but not feeling at homeis that my personal space is a mess. Blankets strewn everywhere. Clothes in piles all around the room. More boxes like in the rest of the house.

Lachlan doesn't say a word about it, though. No, the big, sexy man actually ignores it completely as he reaches down to pick up the blanket he brought by earlier. “In the bed with you now.”

I shake my head at him. “I can't nap fully dressed,” I say as I motion to my shorts and sneakers.

A shiver moves through him. It's small enough I doubt anyone would have ever noticed it. With how closely I'm watching him, there was no chance of missing it.

“Do you want privacy?” he whispers, as if he's trying to keep the moment between us. As if someone else might possibly hear us despite us being alone.

Biting my lip, I shrug. “You've seen it all before I guess.”

My fingers move to undo my jeans as my eyes stay locked on Lachlan. His throat moves as he swallows roughly. He clears his throat as his hand moves over his mouth. The blanket is in a death grip in his other hand. I don't know what it says about me that I like having his eyes so intent on me. That I enjoy knowing he's getting worked up at seeing me like this.

I slip the small swatch of denim fabric down my legs and kick it towards the pile of dirty clothes. Then I move to the bed, my steps slow and purposeful. I'm taunting him. Teasing in ways I didn't intend at first but can't seem to resist now that I know his eyes are locked on me. Locked on my body.

When I'm seated on the bed, I yank my shirt over my head. Lachlan watches closely, though he doesn't move. In fact, I don't even think he's breathing.

“It's cold,” I whisper, my voice mimicking his from before.

That seems to do the trick. His feet become unstuck as he rushes to me, blanket extended.

“Sorry about that. It's hard to... I'm hard… just — yeah. Here.” He tosses the blanket at me, then takes a giant step back.

I shake out the blanket until it's covering the lower half of my body. My chest, fully on display thanks to the lace push-up bra I had the sense to put on this morning, bounces with the movement. I don't have to look at Lachlan to know he's staring. I can feel his eyes on me, like a firm caress. Like he's as desperate to touch me as I'm feeling for him.

At some point between me running from the main house in my pajamas to the moment he parked at my house, I decided I wanted more of Lachlan. I need to know who the man I married is inside and out. Putting up walls and slowing things down because I'm afraid doesn't help us get to know each other. And as long as I tell him to lay off the talk of babies and forever, we can enjoy the now. I think we'll be ok.

Wiggling further into the bed, I lean back onto my elbows. “You know, I'm not all that tired now.”

“You're not?”

“No,” I say as I shake my head. “Do you think... could you?”

“Could I what, Rose?”

I bite my lip. “Could you wear me out a bit? Like before maybe?”

He doesn't hesitate. Lachlan goes from a rigid stance to a blur of motion in an instant. I laugh as clothes go flying and his body flies at mine. I'm mid-giggle when his body presses into mine, shifting the sound from humor to wanton. I moan as his cock fits perfectly against me.

“Lachlan,” I gasp as I writhe beneath him.

“I've got you, Ace. You want me to wear you out? I'm going to fuck you until you can't keep your eyes open. This pussy is mine, and I've missed it.” His lips slam against mine, stealing my words before I can ever say them.

I've missed you too. Please take me, all of me. Fuck me. Love me. Save me from myself.

I whimper into the kiss as my arms claw at his back. Closer. I need him closer. I want him on me, inside of me. Every piece needs to lock together, every breath needs to overlap until I can't think or feel or do anything without him.

He pulls back to slip on a condom, and I mourn the loss of his touch. With his eyes on me, I do the one thing I know will send him reeling as much as I am. I reach down to shift my panties to the side. The change gives him a view of just how wet I am. It shows him just how badly I want him. Only him. Always him.

“Fuck,” he rumbles as his hands drop away and his face dives for me. He slows at the last second to not cause a collision that might need a doctor's visit, though he doesn't stop his attack on my body. Lachlan's tongue laps against me, tasting and teasing me with each swipe. He groans as he pulls back just as quickly as he came.

“What? Why?” I'm panting, my voice weak from the desire I'm fighting to contain.

“Can't wait any longer. Need inside you now.”

With that declaration, he lines himself up and sinks inside of me. I'm wet enough that there is not an ounce of resistance against him. Lachlan's cock stretches me; the sting a welcome feeling as pleasure quickly follows.