Page 57 of These Pucking Boys

Lachlan is lying on the couch, and I believe for a second he’s indeed sleeping, but then he turns to me and whispers, “June? Why are you awake?”

I walk closer to him. “I’m thirsty. What are you doing up? What time is it?”

He sits up and looks at his watch. “It’s ten past one.”

“You shouldn’t have given up your bed. I could have slept on the couch.”

“Nonsense, lass. We’d never let you sleep on the couch.”

A fuzzy feeling spreads through my chest, making me giddy. This shouldn’t be happening. I don’t want to fall for any of these boys just because they’re being nice to me. I don’t belong to their world. Besides, at the rate things are going, I wouldn’t be able to choose.

“I’d insist, but I already know you won’t budge.”

Thanks to the TV, I can see his smile. “You learn fast.”

“Would you like some water too?”

“I can get it.” He springs to his feet, and there’s nothing I can do but shake my head.

He grabs two glasses from the cupboard in the kitchen and hands me one. He’s super close to me now, and as much as I’d like to pretend that I’m not affected by his nearness, my heart is beating furiously fast, and my stomach flutters.

Suddenly, the simple task of filling a glass with water requires as much concentration as trying to solve a math equation.

“Do you ever let anyone do something nice for you?” I step aside so he can get to the fridge.

He chuckles. “Yes.”

He turns to me, and even in the gloom, I can feel the weight of his heated stare. Heaven help me. I drink the whole glass in one go, and it’s a miracle I don’t choke on the water. Lachlan takes only a sip before setting the glass on the counter. He takes my empty glass and sets it next to his.

I’m frozen in place save for my heart, which is beating at breakneck speed. Lachlan steps into my space, and I have to crane my neck to look into his eyes. He’s so damn tall. When he cups my cheek, I shiver.

“Lass, you were on my mind all day yesterday.”

“I was?” I croak.

“Aye. I was dying for another taste.”

He slants his lips over mine softly, teasing them open with his tongue. I sigh into him, surrendering to his sweet invasion. He cradles my face with both hands and deepens the kiss. The amber in the pit of my stomach flares into wild flames, burning me from within. I curl my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer to me while I drown in the taste of him. I can feel the inferno building around us, and the need to get rid of our clothes and feel his bare skin against mine intensifies.

He pulls back but keeps cupping my cheeks. “We’d better stop.”

My stomach falls. “Why?”

“Because I want you, lass. One evening wasn’t enough for me, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You aren’t. I want you too, Lachy.”

“Thank fuck.” He picks me, fusing his lips with mine.

My legs wrap around his hips, and I sense then how much he wants me. I keep my arms looped around his neck as he exits the kitchen. Within seconds, we’re in his bedroom. He leans forward to set me on the mattress, but I don’t let go and pull him to me. I part my legs to accommodate him better, and even though I want our clothes gone, I love the friction of his erection over my throbbing clit.

He releases my lips to leave a trail of hot kisses down my neck.

I sigh loudly, arching my back and running my fingers through his hair. “Lachy... you’re driving me crazy.”

“This is just the beginning.” He pulls my T-shirt up until my breasts are exposed. “Your tits are lovely, lass.”

He runs lazy circles around one nipple, turning it as hard as a pebble. I never knew I was that sensitive there. Lachlan’s ministrations are making my toes curl already. I grab a fistful of his hair, twisting it around my hand while he destroys my self-control with each stroke of his tongue. He switches his attention to my left breast while kneading the other.

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