Page 99 of Princess of Pride
“Oh.” He hugs me tighter and kisses my hair again. “You read it all?”
I nod and turn my head toward his warmth.
He shifts me so I’m cradled on his lap and brushes my hair from my sticky cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
“How’d you know I was in here?” My voice is soggy.
He opens his mouth but hesitates.
“Just tell me.”
“I have cameras. I watched you come up. I sometimes watch you while you’re in here.” He studies me for my reaction.
I stiffen from embarrassment. “That’s not cool.”
His mouth curves with a faint smile. “I like that you talk to my mum. I do it too.”
He does? “In here?”
He nods, and I don’t feel as self-conscious.
“Do you have cameras in my bathroom and bedroom?”
“Not the bathroom.”
Does anything humiliate this man?
“Do you watch me in there?”
“Sometimes, but only when you’re sleeping or about to.”
“That’s creepy.”
“It’s a compliment. I’ve never wanted to watch anyone before. Not in the way I watch you.” He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “So prideful and beautiful. My golden princess.”
I lean into his light touch, needing the contact. It’s so gentle compared to how he touches me other times. His body is strong and warm under mine. His face and lips so close, his woodsy, ocean scent intoxicating. He stares at me like I’m a lifeline—someone who can save him.
And right now, I want to be his savior. I want to be his sun. “I want to be with you,” I murmur, my gaze locked onto his.
His eyes flash with shock? Excitement? Disbelief?
I cup his cheek and lean up to kiss him.
He meets me halfway, his lips soft and pliant in a way they’ve never been before. I sweep my tongue into his mouth first. My breath catches at the contact. He tastes like toffee, honey, and spice but also like liquor. It’s a turn-on.
“What is that?” I lick my lips.
He half smiles. “A sweet brandy. I thought you’d prefer it to scotch.”
He changed his drink for me because I got sick. That turns me on too. “You planned this?”
“No. But I’m always hopeful when it comes to you.”
More turn ons. I kiss him again, wanting to lose myself in Lachlan and leave behind this sapping heartache for a little while. The kiss grows more intense. Each swipe of his tongue sends a spark of heat to my core.
I straddle his lap on the oversized recliner. His hard erection meets my wet panties.
“Lachlan?” I sigh and cup his cheeks, kissing him harder, deeper. Nothing has ever felt more right.
