Chapter 36
"Tell me what else you remember.” He captured her wrist, stopping her motion on his cock. He moved her hand away gently. His lips danced to her wrist and forearm, kissing away the months of their separation, the fear of losing him again.
"That spot behind your ear that makes you crazy when I do this.
" Her breathing hitched as her fingers lingered on the spot.
She leaned forward, her face sliding against his.
She pressed her lips where her fingers had been, swirling her tongue in circles against his warm skin.
His guttural moan rumbled through her and left her shivering with need.
He shifted, his hand cupping the back of her head, guiding her closer.
“And what else?” His voice was raspy against her ear, dripping with desire.
“You holding me, tracing words on my skin. Words like mine, and forever.” Her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she spoke, relishing the tremor that passed through him at each word.
“Aye, ye do remember.” He pulled back to look at her, eyes blazing with heat. “What else?”
“Grabbing your hair when you go down on me.” She slipped her hands through the silky strands. She felt drunk on him, on this reunion of bodies and souls. “You like that, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it.” Lachlan pushed her down onto the bed. Britt gasped, falling back onto the mattress.
“And I’ll show you how much.” He knelt before her, spreading her legs wide with his hands. His thumbs traced delicate patterns on her inner thighs.
Anticipation coiled tight in her belly.
“I’m going to fucking worship every inch of you … all … night … long,” he finished, his voice rough with desire.
He slid one finger through her slick folds, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"So responsive," he murmured, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Always so ready for me. Only me.” He palmed her mound, reclaiming an ownership that was never lost. His finger plunged back and forth inside of her as his thumb took over, stroking her clit. His movements carefully orchestrated as if playing an instrument he’d mastered long ago.
She spasmed with pleasure, riding the crescendo building within her.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, clutching his arms.
But he did, torturing her as she waited for more.
“I can do much better than this,” Lachlan promised.
Britt peeked her head up just as his disappeared between her thighs.
When his mouth found her center, she clutched the sheets, swallowing the moan clogging her throat.
The first brush of his tongue sent shockwaves through her as he tasted her deeply.
Her legs quivered. Back arched. Head thrashed against the mattress.
Lachlan’s mouth worked magic—slow, deliberate strokes built to a frenzied pace.
Her body was out of control, every nerve singing.
"Lachlan," she gasped, panting loudly. Pressure built inside her, a gathering storm. The world blurred. He held nothing back, the moans against her skin, hurling her into the midst of the most intense orgasm of her life. She came hard, clutching his head, as she writhed and bucked against his mouth. He didn’t relent, flicking and licking against her sensitive spot until she was seeing stars, caught in a hurricane-force pleasure whipping her to and fro.
As the tremors subsided, she melted onto the mattress, her eyes fluttering.
Lachlan smiled at her—the sexy grin that sent her heart soaring.
“And that was just the first of many to come,” Lachlan said, kissing her softly around her belly button. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
Britt laughed. “I was born ready.” She was desperate for reality to put her memories to shame.
He winked at her as he crawled up the length of her body, careful not to touch her, hovering above her. The Celtic trinity knot dangled over her. She reached for it, caressing the silver between her fingers. Another memory flashed in her mind.
“Your father gave this to you. You were twelve, right? The little shop in Edinburgh where the owner handmade each one.”
His eyes grew wide, glistening as she spoke.
“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed her.
She tasted herself on his lips—intimate and intoxicating. His presence was overwhelming—the heat of him, the scent of him, the need between them thick and charged. She ached to have him inside her. As their tongues tangled, Britt whispered against his mouth, “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his tip teasing her slick heat. Their eyes locked as he pushed forward slowly, filling her inch by exquisite inch, his weight a delicious pressure.
Britt's eyes fluttered closed at the exquisite fullness, the perfect fit. It was almost too much—this closeness after so long. She felt the nearness of him everywhere, heightening every sensation. Her body remembered his, welcomed him home.
"You feel even better than I remembered.” Lachlan’s words hung in the air as he stilled for a moment, buried deep in her, giving her time to adjust. She shifted beneath him, molding and confirming to the stretch of him. His forehead pressed against hers. Their breaths mingled, hot and desperate.
“You okay?” Lachlan asked.
“I’m perfect. You’re perfect. We are … perfect,” Britt said, swiping at a tear that slid down her face. “Being with you like this … it’s so natural and right. How could I not remember more of you? More of this?”
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips, the sensations overwhelming her as she dug her heels into Lachlan’s back, pulling him closer. She needed all of him, needed to make up for lost time.
“Don’t worry about the past,” Lachlan said, kissing away her tears. “We’re about to make new memories, better ones. That’s a promise.”
She nodded, unable to speak. She clutched his shoulders as he began to move. Each thrust triggered flickers of more memories and moments, but none better than the ecstasy she felt right now.
She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper.
“Lachlan … harder … come on, baby … don’t hold back,” she said.
That was all it took.
He moved faster. Each thrust plunged deeper and utterly consumed her. She rocked against him, meeting his every motion with equal fervor. The rhythm was primal and intense—a promise of recommitment to never lose each other again.
“I’m so close,” she writhed, grinding against him. “Please … Lachlan.” She held nothing back, didn’t care if he knew how badly she wanted him. “Faster.”
Lachlan chuckled against her skin. "Impatient as ever." He rolled over, bringing her on top of him. His hands moved possessively to her hips, guiding her as she repositioned and slid down on him. A surge of confident power raged within her.
“Take what you want,” Lachlan commanded.
She rode him hard, bouncing against him as he bucked into her, triggering sensations that made them both gasp and moan.
Sweat dripped from their bodies as they increased to a frenetic pace.
With each thrust, the bed thudded against the wall, but neither noticed nor cared.
Everything around them fell away until there was only Britt and Lachlan.
"Britt …" Her name was a prayer on his lips. “I’m not going to last much longer …”
“Neither am I,” she cried as her climax ripped through her body, tossing her through rolling waves of pleasure. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she lost control. “Yes, yes, oh … Lachlan … yes,” her whimpered cries tumbled from her lips.
And Lachlan wasn’t far behind, his orgasm bursting inside of her. As the waves of pleasure calmed, he pulled her tightly to his chest, holding her like his life depended on it.
She snaked her arms around his neck, never wanting to let go. His final words lingered in her ears as she drifted off to sleep. “I love ye, Britt. Thank ye for coming back to me.”