35. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
Close Call
She tasted of sweet, fresh honey and peated, aged whisky, a potent combination. He couldn’t get enough of her sweetness that seemed made for him. He relished her taste and the way it felt to finally kiss her lovely mouth, those cupid lips that had tempted him almost daily since she'd come to work at the sanctuary. Lachlan backed her up against a nearby stone wall, all the while making love to her mouth with his. He pressed his body against hers, making damn sure she could feel what she was doing to him and his rock-hard cock under his kilt. God, he wanted her. It was a need that had consumed him. One he could no longer deny.
He deepened their kiss. A gentle moan escaped her, and it nearly drove him over the edge. All the longing, the needing, and she was finally pressed against him. Her luscious body that had haunted his dreams was molded to his. It was beyond anything he could’ve imagined. In one quick move, Lachlan lifted her bare arms above her head and held her slim wrists firmly against the stone wall with one hand, and she arched her back and pressed her perfect breasts against him.
"Christ, V," he growled as desire like he'd never known possessed him.
Lachlan could feel his passion for this woman taking over his mind and body, and any sense of propriety and chivalry had long since evaporated like the angel's share—gone. It didn't matter that they worked together. It didn't matter that he was her boss. All that mattered was the driving hunger that roared between them.
It felt otherworldly how much he wanted her, needed her. There was nothing that was going to stand in his way. She’d haunted his dreams for more than two months, both sleeping and waking. He just needed to taste her, to touch her—God, to be inside her. To consume and be consumed. His longing for her needed quenching. He couldn't think straight anymore—couldn’t hold back any longer.
With her arms still pinned above her head, he broke off their kiss. Her lips were swollen, a lusty strawberry red colour. Her mossy green eyes beckoned him for more. It was a heady combination. He kissed her neck hungrily, tasting, licking, and nipping her. He was starved for her. He could feel her pulse beating wildly against his lips. Lachlan was a man possessed. He wanted to taste every inch of his goddess.
She was breathing hard. He kissed the top of her heaving tits, allowing his tongue to trail along the top of them. He released her wrists, needing to palm them. Her arms fell to his shoulders, and she clung to him. And god, how he wanted to be her strength and weakness all at the same time.
He kissed her mouth again, feeling her sweet, wet tongue against his, touching, teasing, stoking the flames to burn even hotter. He trailed his kisses down her swan-like neck and back down to those tempting little mounds. Through her dress, he found her pert nipple and grazed at it with his teeth, and she whimpered. He wanted the dress out of the way. First, though, he dropped his mouth to that peephole and tasted the flesh there that had taunted him to no end.
As she gripped his shoulders trying to steady herself, he tugged down the fabric of her gown, which barely budged. Desperate need filling him, he yanked a little harder and watched as one pointed pink nipple popped above the fabric. He could have damn-near cried at how perfect that straining nipple was. He crashed his mouth down onto it, swirling its erect tip with his tongue. His cock throbbed with molten need. He grazed it through his teeth, and she whimpered, her ragged breathing only turning him on more.
He pulled his mouth from her perfect breast and trailed kisses up her neck. His jaw scraped against her silky, soft skin. Tracing the shape of her ear with the tip of his tongue, he whispered roughly, “I need ye, V.” He moved to hold her beautiful face in his hands.
Her eyes reflected the desire he felt. “Then take me.”
Lachlan was sure no sweeter words existed. He slammed his mouth against hers. Passion like he’d never known drowned out everything but the woman before him.
Lachlan splayed his hands against her hips as his mouth continued to taste her, and then he let his hands slide to cup her lush rump through her sheer gown. God, she was heaven with curves dreams were made of. He felt his cock jerk tighter with lecherous need.
He started to gather up the sheer layers of her dress. Her back was still pressed against the cool stone wall of the cask room. Finally, his hand reached under the layers to the bare skin of her silky smooth thigh. There was no doubt the touch seared through them both—lust gripping them. He reached his hand in between their bodies, and he felt the tantalizing lace of her panties with his fingers. They were a barrier he wanted gone—now. With one quick, powerful jerk, he tore them off. She let out a feminine squeal of surprise, and he gave her a satisfied grin before taking her mouth in his again. She whimpered breathlessly.
"Tell me ye want this?" He needed to be sure, and yet, god help him, if she'd said no, it would be like trying to blow a freight train to a stop with a single breath.
She nodded, wrapping her hands around the nape of his neck.
"Say it." He leaned his forehead to hers.
"I want this," she whispered against his lips as she kissed them as if to seal her vow.
Lachlan grasped her thighs and lifted her up to spread her wide to him. He used one hand to free his feral cock.
“Please, Lachlan.” She whimpered against his lips.
Christ, never had he heard sweeter words. With one quick motion, he slid his thick cock into her full hilt. She cried out her pleasure as her soft wet sheath hugged tightly around him. Lachlan groaned, unable to comprehend how incredible it was to have her beautiful body greedily take him in. She was so wet and tight. He had to steady himself. It was almost more than he could take. When he looked into her lust-hazed eyes, the connection, the otherworldly thing that existed between them since the first moment he'd looked into her eyes, he knew. Mine. It wasn't a thought. It was an ancient, sacred vow. A certainty that existed in a realm beyond thought, beyond words, beyond everything—she was his.
His breath was ragged as he held himself in her. He’d dreamed of this moment too many times in the past couple of months, and now the reality was almost more than he could bear. Lust drenched his every muscle, his very fibre. Being deep inside this goddess of a woman and feeling her wet, slippery heat left him feeling like he’d died and gone to heaven.
“Violet, Violet, Violet," he whispered as he took her lips in his again and slowly began to slide out of her tightness that gripped him so well the pleasure was almost too much. He slammed back into her with another groan of sheer ecstasy. “God, lass.” His voice was a harsh whisper. She met his every thrust as he slammed in and out of her amazing body that surely was made for him.
“Don’t stop,” Violet begged, ecstasy lacing her voice.
Lachlan pumped into her even harder, crushing her mouth to his. The friction built, gathering strength like a storm cloud ready to unleash its thunder. Their bodies moved in a sensuous rhythm.
“Christ, ye feel so good,” Lachlan ground out, on the verge of exploding. It took every ounce of strength he had to hold back. As much as he needed release, he didn’t want this incredible feeling to end. He felt like he could fuck this woman until the end of time and still want more.
Violet felt like her body was on the cusp with every thrust. Lachlan had her pinned against the wall, and he held her up as he slid in and out of her with a strength and stamina that she didn't know was possible. And then suddenly, there were voices, laughter, movement. Awareness careened through Violet like a fire alarm going off. She looked at Lachlan wide-eyed. In one fluid motion, he put her down and pulled her through a nearby door into what seemed like a utility closet, although it was too dark and cramped to know for sure. Their breathing was heavy, and although his hard body was still pressed against hers, the energy had completely shifted.
They heard the small crowd enter the room they’d just been having the most crazy, incredible sex in. Violet’s heart was racing. She tried to calm it down. Adrenaline was buzzing through her. It seemed to take forever, but the crowd passed by without incident.
Violet let out a breath she’d been holding.
“Holy shit, that was a close call,” she whispered against his chest.
He kissed the top of her head like he’d done that first day and night they’d spent together. It brought back an instant comfort. When they were sure the group was out of the room and well past, Lachlan opened the narrow wooden door. The first thing she noticed was her torn black lace thong tossed on the stone tile floor very near to the large corridor the tour had just passed through. Embarrassment burned her cheeks. Lachlan followed her gaze, and then he strode toward them, knelt down, and picked them up.
“I dinnae think anyone noticed, lass. It’s okay.” He held up her torn panties as if realizing for the first time what he’d done to them. A smile threatened the edges of his lips. “I dinnae suppose ye want these back?” he offered, and before she could answer, he shocked her as he tightened his fist around them, crumpling them up. He held them to his nose and breathed deeply. His eyes closed as if he was inhaling an aphrodisiac.
Violet was both scandalized and aroused in equal measure. Before she could react, he opened his eyes, gave her a devilish forgive me crooked grin, and shoved them into the inside pocket of his tux jacket.
For a moment, she thought to demand to have them back so she could dispose of them, but a little wicked part of her liked that he had them now and clearly wanted them. The way he breathed in her scent like a man breathing in his final breath. She wasn’t sure if she found it so erotic because it seemed so out of character for him or simply because he was so aroused by her. There was a wildness in Lachlan that she'd glimpsed before, but he seemed to keep that side of himself more caged. It seemed to her that he'd let that wild beast out to play, and she was surprised just how much she liked it. She tried to imagine what he might do with her torn panties. Would he throw them out, or would he keep them as a memento?
It was crazy to her now that the moment had passed, all that they had done. She wasn't a virgin, but she also hadn't had that much sex in her life. She was pretty sure that the proverbial sex bar was just set at an impossible height, and neither of them even came! She was so close, though, and sensed he was too. What was it about Lachlan that he could make her feel like a goddess that he worshipped?
Violet looked thoroughly ravished and unbelievably sexy. Knowing that he was responsible for her current state was incredibly potent. His cock was in pain. Talk about blue balls. She was a drug to him. He wanted nothing more than to pick up where they’d left off. God, he wanted nothing more than to slam back into her and make her come around his cock, to feel her pulsate, to hold her and look into those mossy green eyes as she shattered in pleasure. Unfortunately, reason was returning, and it seemed that this perhaps wasn’t the best time nor place. It pained Lachlan, though. He wanted more of this woman.
Much more.
“Are ye okay, lass?” he asked gently.
Violet had grown quiet as she adjusted her gown and hair in an attempt to right them. She looked up and smiled shyly. He wasn’t sure how she could pull a shy smile after what they had just been doing, but somehow, she did.
“Do you think we could have another drop of scotch before we head up?”
Oh my God , Lachlan thought to himself, I might just be in love .