“Nope.” At least he was honest. “It’s great, isn’t it?”
Lachlan’s smile dizzied me. I ignored the goose bumps chasing his stare. The shiver felt good, but I ducked into the shower to banish it.
“You know how much fun we could have together,” he said.
“Too much fun.”
“Never enough.”
His fingers brushed my chin. I shouldn’t have let him tip my head back. I shouldn’t have fluttered my eyes closed.
I shouldn’t have let his lips touch mine.
I never believed in fairy tales, and it wasn’t my finger about to get pinched by a prick. But a kiss like his? That sweetness was pure magic.
Every nibble of his mouth wove secret shivers through me, in me, around me. The shudder bound me to him, shackles of desire that trapped me within the prince’s charms. I parted my lips to gasp. A good and bad idea. Lachlan flicked his tongue over mine, drawing a quiet whimper from me.
He liked that. His kiss traced over my chin, my neck. He bit, and I sucked in a breath before I revealed just how many naughty memories resurfaced because of his teasing.
Most of Vegas remained a hazy, steamy blur, but his hands, touch, kiss was familiar enough.
“What about your interview?” I whispered.
“Hard to talk with my mouth full.”
He pushed me against the wall. I stilled as his kiss traveled lower.
The water pounded on the tiles, muffling my panted breaths. If I wasn’t careful, Lachlan might have dropped to his knees right then and there, in the middle of the showers, where anyone could see.
But he got off on that adrenaline rush—that risk. His cock hardened more, and his fist pumped that delicious length.
“What if someone walks in?” I shook my head.
“What if they don’t?”
“If we get caught—”
Lachlan interrupted, the sea-foam green of his eyes turbulent in the steamy mist. “I have to taste you, Red. I have to fuck you, again and again. I’ll prove how much I want you.”
“How?”
“Same way I did before.”
I perked an eyebrow. “I don’t remember what we did before.”
“Perfect…” His voice roughened. “I get to make my first impression twice. And, if you’re a good girl, maybe three or four times.”
“You’re awfully confident.”
“Give me thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds.”
“That’s all I’ll need to make you scream my name.”
“Twenty-nine.”
Lachlan frowned. “What?”
I bit my lip. “Twenty-eight seconds, Charming. You’re losing your window.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not in twenty-seven seconds.”
Speed was one of the perks of a professional football player.
Also accuracy.
Strength.
Dedication.
Lachlan sunk to his knees and had me pinned against the wall within moments. He dove at me, too hyper for a tease and too impatient for permission.
How could the worst idea of my life feel so good?
This was what I remembered most from our nights together. That tongue, lapping at me, coaxing a secret and desperate desire from my wanting slit. He was practiced, skilled, and utterly devoted. His hands gripped me tight, holding me in place, as he worshiped me in a desperate prayer.
He didn’t just like giving me pleasure.
He demanded it.
Lachlan had loved watching me struggle against my own pride and ravenous desire. This was no different. I’d never met a man so generous. Gifted.
Gluttonous.
His tongue twisted so quick and deliberately he must have knotted it over my clit, and yet his slurpy grunts of enthusiasm begged for more of my trembling body. He held my hips and sucked on me until my chest refused air and my mind dizzied without any concept of time, impropriety, or civilized behaviors. I lost myself in a haze of pleasure and confusion.
Too many memories returned now. All good. All wicked and wanton.
And yet…one frustrating moment was still hidden.
Something big.
Something important.
We had done something in Vegas so exciting that Lachlan had tossed me onto the bed in celebration. He’d spread my legs, taken his fill, and pounded me until I couldn’t see anything but the stars of my own near blackout pleasure.
This was just as good.
My knees wobbled.
Was he a man or made of magic? I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I gasped in the heat, clutching at the wall, his hair, my breasts. My strength gave out, and I teetered, grasping the shower handle for support. It twisted, and a shock of cold water stung my back, my ass, my legs.
The sudden surprise ripped through me, zapping shivers and goose bumps and every last hesitation from my mind. I didn’t care who saw. Who heard. Who knew.