Page 49 of Can We Try?

He chuckles softly. “Are you hungry yet?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to get up.” I’m not ready to lose his warmth wrapped around me.

“I’ll bring it to you,” he offers.

“No. Just… let me lie here for a little while longer.”

“I can do that,” he agrees, holding me tightly. We’ve both been quiet for several minutes when he says, “You smell good too. Now my sheets will smell like you. Maybe I can get some sleep.”

I lift my head. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“Not when you’re here,” he says, pushing my hair back out of my eyes. How he manages to do that in the darkness of the room, I’m not sure, but this is Lachlan, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he has superpowers.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Move in with me?” he asks.

“What?” I laugh nervously.

“I’m not sleeping because after one night of holding you, you’ve ruined me. This bed feels too small with just me in it, and as it turns out, I like to snuggle.” He runs his index finger down my cheek. “I should amend that. I like to snuggle with you.”

I still stare at him, even though I can’t make out his features in the darkness of the room. That’s probably what gives me the courage to say what comes out of my mouth next.

“Kiss me.” The words are out before I can stop them. I’m ready to climb off this bed and rush out the front door when I feel his hand slide beneath my hair and cradle the back of my neck.

“Come here, beautiful,” he mumbles.

Not needing to be told twice, I move up the bed, and then his lips are on mine. He kisses me once, twice, three times before his tongue traces my lips.

It’s not enough.

I want more.

I need more.

It’s me who pushes my tongue past his lips, taking the kiss deeper to a place I’m fearful I’ll never be able to come back from, but I’m also not sure that I care.

Not when it’s Lachlan.

He groans. It’s a deep sound emitting from somewhere in the back of his throat, and it’s so damn sexy. I nip at his lip, and he makes the sound again.

“Maggie,” he warns.

“Lachlan,” I counter.

He kisses me harder, deeper, and I melt into him. I’ve never felt this kind of attraction before. I’ve never been so consumed by another person that all I want to do is get lost in them.

“I need more,” I pant as he trails kisses down my neck.

“Tell me what you need, baby, and I’ll give it to you.” He moves so that we’re now lying side by side, facing each other on the bed.

“You.”

“You have me, Maggie.” His hand slides up under my sweatshirt. He pauses on my baby bump before venturing further. He cups my breast through my cotton bra. It has to be the least sexy one that I own, but I didn’t expect to end up here, in his bed, in his arms like this.

Lachlan traces his thumb over my achingly hard nipple, and I moan. “More.”

“Tell me how much more, Maggie.”

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