Page 78 of All Too Well
Those memories will carry me when I’m old and alone with fifteen cats. I’ll look back and be like:Remember that time you got your brains fucked out by Lachlan West? Good times.
And I have zero doubts that it will be Very. Good. Times.
I stand against the wall. Lachlan’s chest heaves, and I would give everything I am to know what’s in his mind.
Is he going to pull away? Is he going to gain control of whatever is driving him to this and tell me it was a mistake again?
“Lachlan?” I breathe his name, begging with every part of me for him to not push me away.
He shakes his head, and my stomach falls to the floor. I knew it. I was prepared and still it hurts so much. “I don’t deserve to take this from you, but I’m not strong enough to turn away.”
Relief washes over me, allowing me to breathe and also know what has to happen. I’m going to need to push, and he’s going to have to allow it.
I stay here, knowing if I go too fast, he’ll spook. “Why do you put me on some pedestal?”
“I don’t.”
“No? Then why would you say that?”
“Because, Ainsley, you’re better than a few weeks and a hug.”
I smile softly. “Then how about a kiss instead?”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” Lachlan takes a step toward me.
Good, this is progress.
“I’m not asking for anything more than we agreed on. Now, you have two choices,” I say, pushing off the wall and taking three strides toward him.
“Oh?”
“You can follow me to your bedroom, strip me down, and make good on every fantasy I’ve had.” I have to keep myself in check when I see his eyes flare with desire. “Or you can use that fireman carry you’re so good at and take me to my room, and I’ll invent some new fantasies.”
He grins. “Either way, this is happening.”
“Either way.”
“Well, then.” He takes that final step and once again throws me over his shoulder. “I’m going with the last option. You’re going to my bed, and we’re going to invent all kinds of fantasies together.”
Being the smart girl I am, I don’t say a word as he carries me through the kitchen and into the back area, where his room is.
When he opens the door, I don’t have any time to really take in my surroundings because he tosses me on the bed and then grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge.
“I’ve dreamed of you in here.”
I’ve dreamed of him as mine.
“And what was I doing in here?” I ask, lifting my shirt off and tossing it on the floor.
“What weren’t you doing?”
“I wouldn’t know. It’s your dream.”
He takes his shirt off, giving me the most amazing view. His body is fucking perfect. I’m a girl who has a thing for big arms, and Lachlan delivers. His chest is broad, and his stomach is rock solid. If this is a dream, I’m perfectly fine never waking up.
“First, you were naked.”
“That can be arranged.”
