Page 42 of Manhattan Secret
Up here we’re in our own little world with the sound of downstairs dimmed. Five booths over there’s a couple making out.
“We’re in this together. We both own the consequences.” His fingers travel languidly back and forth across my neck, ripples of pleasure follow. “It’s not just physical, it’s not just the smoking hot chemistry we have. I wanna hang out too, be around you.”
Lachlan acts, and talks like a man, a man who isn’t afraid to put his thoughts and feelings on the line, he definitely looks andfeelslike a man… god, I can’t think of how he feels because my brain will implode, but he still runs solely on the instant gratification. He’s not thinking about the ramifications of what a relationship between us will cause.
His nose follows the same path his fingers have taken, roaming up and down my cheek unhurried, driving me crazy at his nearness. “What if the risks for being together are worth it, Delaney? There’s only a few weeks left, and I’m done with school.”
Five to be exact.
“What are you doing to me?”
One of us has to be logical—sensible.. Realistic. I’m nearing thirty in a few years, he’s not even twenty yet. Any relationship… if I allow it, is kinda doomed. He’ll get bored after a while, as any guy his age does.
Why would he want me long term?
I’m a challenge, the unattainable suddenly becomes the desirable.
And I feel an attachment to him already.
“I have everything to lose. My job, my life, my reputation. You just get a pat on the back for nailing an old teacher.”
“You are not old.” Against all the teen girls chasing him, I’m prehistoric.
And if I give in…god, I want to.I want to fall into Lachlan and not emerge until he’s wrung me dry. But where will I be after he’s done with me?
I’ll be heartbroken.
I can so easily fall for him. I feel it, inch by inch, he’s crawling under my barricades, swaggering his cocky self around like he owns me.
He owns me.
Every worry and stray thought vanishes as his eyes appear in my vision and he tucks a hand under my hair, squeezing the back of my neck.
It’s the move of a man who is in complete control and fool that I am, a woman thinking with her vagina, I yield.
As his head lowers and his mouth takes, I let him.
I let him in, and god help me, I like it.
“You and me, Laney.”
Me and him.
I can’t fight fate.
And this feels so much like a fate situation.
I certainly can’t fight Lachlan Fierro.
He’s a force of nature, breaking me down brick by brick.
His tongue plunges inside, instantly sending my brain to no man’s land because I don’t have another thought in there except for how good his mouth feels.
He’s gluttonous. And dirty.
It feels illicit and about as good asgoodhas ever felt before.
He proceeds to eat me like a ravenous animal.
