Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Lachlan
If anyone is following Del—and I can only assume they are, given the knowledge in their text—they don’t show themselves as we walk back to the suite the Staffords gave me.
Wise move. If anyone came near my girl—
Gritting my teeth, I narrow my eyes at the sweeping shadows and smooth my hand over her back just below where the fairy wings are attached to her corset.
I flick her a look, finding her frowning at the night around us.
She’s not cowering, nor does she seem scared.
There’s ferocity to the way she’s holding her chin, a challenge almost. Approval wars with something far more primitive within me.
She’s fierce, but I can feel the tension in her body, and the thumping of her heart vibrates through her body into my palm.
I draw her closer, until she’s tucked into my side, her fairy wings patting the back of my shoulders.
“So…” She lets out a hiccuppy laugh. “Big, scary commando man, do you hire yourself out for bodyguard work?”
“You’re my future wife,” I reply, forcing a light chuckle into my words. “No hiring required.”
What I want to say is she’s my girl and I will end anyone who tries to hurt her.
She laughs, the sound less strained this time, and a thin sliver of relief ribbons through me. “Ah, now that’s an unexpected perk of this unexpected engagement.”
“That’s the perk?” I give her a sideways grin. The tension in her body is fading. Good, I never want her stressed or on edge again. “Not my impressive muscles and tight butt?”
“Tight butt?” She arches an eyebrow at me and twists a little as if to check out my arse. “Hmm, yeah, I can see that.”
My cock twitches in my chinos, and I grit my teeth. Perhaps flirting to distract her was a bad tactic?
You think, McKenzie? You’ve gone from wanting to protect her to wanting to fuck her in zero point two five seconds.
“This is us,” I growl, drawing to a halt at the suite’s door.
On the other side is the massive bed and the claw-footed bath I’d pictured Del in less than an hour ago.
My cock throbs.
She studies the closed door, teeth worrying her bottom lip.
A tight band clamps around my chest. “You’re safe with me, Del,” I promise. “And you’re in control. Of every minute.”
Those amazing blue eyes of hers lift to me. “What if I want you to be in control?” she whispers.
I suck in a breath.
And with a growl born from powerful need, I slam her to the door, pin her wrists above her head, and crush her lips with mine.
The kiss is wild, savage. I tear my lips from hers only long enough to open the door to the suite.
We damn near fall through it. Her hands pull at my clothes, and mine cup the back of her neck and head, holding her head exactly where my mouth wants her. Where I want her.
My girl. My forever.
I kick the door shut behind me and surrender to my hunger for her.
Somehow—fucked if I know how—we cross the suite to the bed, mauling each other as we attempt to remove our clothes while our lips and tongues battle.
Fisting her hands in my hair, she tears my mouth from hers. “Wings,” she pants, breasts heaving, cheeks flushed. “Collar. Corset.”
Hot lust pools in my groin, and I growl out a low chuckle, removing my glasses from my face and tossing them onto the nearest side table. “Easy.”
The large wings take me less than a few seconds to disconnect from the back of her corset. The nerd part of my mind appreciates the skill and craftsmanship of their construction before the base male part takes over.
I strip her of her boots, tutu, fishnets, and studded collar until she’s standing before me dressed only in a black lace G-string that barely constitutes as underwear, and the corset.
“Christ, Del.” I groan, skimming my palms over the curve of her ribs, the swell of her breasts, the column of her throat. “You are my undoing.”
The corners of her lips curl. “Isn’t that what you’re meant to be doing to my corset?”