Page 54 of All Too Well
He moves and holds both of my wrists in one hand. His other moves to my side, and I know exactly what he’s going to do.
“Don’t!” I warn.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t even think about tickling me. I will scream.”
He grins, leaning down closer. “No one will hear you.”
“Rose will,” I remind him.
“She sleeps through anything.”
Great. I try to pry my arms out of his hold, but all it does is press my boobs up against his chest.
The light, fun mood of this little moment shifts.
I do not think about the fact that I’m under him.
I do not focus on his weight above me.
I don’t imagine how easy it would be for him to kiss me.
None of those things I allow my mind to work through. Instead, I try to calm my racing heart.
Lachlan stares down at me, his brown eyes full of passion and something else. Something I’ve seen before, memorized and felt—desire.
It’s there, shimmering on the edges.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Please kiss me.
I beg it in my head, knowing it must be written all over my face.
The indecision wavers between us.
However, I will not do it this time. We’re not drunk. We’re not young. We both know what’s happening, but it has to be him.
“Fuck it.”
His lips crash down on mine, and I tear my arms out of his grasp, my fingers moving to the back of his head. The silky strands slide through my fingers exactly like I remember.
He moans against my mouth, hands gripping my sides, and I want him to bruise me, mark this moment in time, but he never would. I don’t think it’s possible for him to hurt me, unless it’s pushing me away.
That thought has no space here, though.
I open my mouth and feel his tongue slide against mine.
God, it’s even better than I remembered.
eleven
Lachlan
She feels like home.
I should stop.
I need to stop.
