Page 136 of All Too Well
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I’m so afraid of losing him.
He stops my hand from going farther. “Don’t focus on anything else but right now.”
I nod and then push the material over his hips. “Don’t let me think, Lachlan. Take it away from me.”
His lips crush mine and he lays me down. I relish the way his tongue dances with mine, volleying for control. When his hands softly graze my stomach, I shiver. He pushes me to the ground, and his body weight anchors me.
He never breaks eye contact, forcing me to stay in the moment and not retreat into my head.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips.
“Yours.”
Slowly his tongue slides down my neck, and he kisses the hollow there. “I love you,” he says as he moves to my chest, swirling his tongue around my nipple.
But love isn’t enough, is it?
Not when you have four states and eight hours to combat just to see each other. It’s too much, and despite the fact that I knew this going in, it still hurts.
“Please make love to me,” I request, hoping he’ll stop talking and causing my heart to break.
“Oh, I plan to. First, I need to taste this sweet cunt.” His fingers brush against my clit, and my back bows off the ground.
I sigh as he spreads my legs apart and I feel the scruff of his cheek against my inner thigh. “Yours,” I say as more of an afterthought.
My fingers slide into his dark hair, gripping the locks as his tongue moves against my clit. I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. Each movement brings me closer, and theway he moans has my heart racing. I’m moving with him, my hips swaying, desperate for more.
“Lachlan.” I pant his name as the pleasure starts to crest. I’m so close. Everything feels distant and as though I’m in a haze. All I feel, see, sense, is him. He inserts a finger and holds my hips, fucking me with his mouth. “Oh God. I can’t. I can’t take it!”
But he doesn’t stop.
He pushes me over the cliff, holding me as I fall.
When I come back from a glorious orgasm, he moves up my body, pushing my hair back. “Tonight I’m going to love you as though we have all the time in the world.”
“If only that were possible.”
“It can be. Just be with me. Only me, Ainsley.”
My fingers cup his scruffy cheek and I force a smile. “It’s only ever been you, Lach.”
As we hold each other’s gaze, Lachlan enters me. All of it is overwhelming. We come together like magnets, the pull too great to resist.
When he’s fully seated, I think my heart might explode. Everything feels so intense, so freaking perfect. He’s inside me, loving me, and I wish this could go on forever.
“I need you,” he says as he slides in and out. “I hate that you made me need you!” Lachlan slams into me harder.
It’s as though a part of him has broken and he can’t control himself. His fingers dig into my hips as he bucks, going so deep I can feel it everywhere. “Yes!”
“Take me. Take it.”
I do. I let him have everything I am because without him, I feel like a part of me is missing.
“I love you. I love you. I hate that I love you,” I confess.
My life was just freaking fine before, but now all I’ve ever wanted is going to end.
