Mission: Her Protection (Team 52 #1)(38)

But Lachlan didn’t give a shit about the delivery guy, or anybody else. He wanted to hear her scream.

Another suck, and she broke loose, crying out his name.

And Lachlan had never seen or heard anything so beautiful in his whole damn life.

He slid up, closed his mouth over hers, and swallowed the rest of her cries.



*

Rowan lay sprawled on the couch, trying to recover. Her pulse was pounding, and her legs felt like they would never hold her up again. Hell, she was just trying to breathe.

She heard Lachlan talking to someone, and she watched as he strode back in and tossed a paper bag on the kitchen counter.

Then he was moving toward her, face intent. Her belly clenched, and so did all her girl parts.

He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Where are—?”

“Want you in my bed the first time I fuck you.”

The low, harsh words shivered through her. If he thought she was going to complain, he was so wrong.

He laid her down on the bed, then flicked on a lamp. Low, golden light spilled over them. Lachlan pressed one hand to the bed, and then, with one quick tug of his other hand, her robe was gone.

His gaze roamed over her body.

“Hurry, Lachlan,” she murmured.

He straightened and yanked his shirt off. Wow. She would never, ever get tired of looking at him.

“Tell me what you want.” he growled.

“You.”

He flicked open his jeans. “Tell me more.”

“Your hands on me.” She let her gaze move over him greedily. As he shoved his jeans off, his thick cock sprang free. Oh. The gods had been very generous. “Your cock inside me.”

Naked, he pressed one knee to the bed and his hand moved between her thighs again.

“You’re so wet, Rowan. All for me.” He stroked her. “I’ll slide right in here.”

“Yes, please.”

He stood again, and this time, she heard the tearing of a foil packet. Then he was back. “Please what?”

“Please, Lachlan, fuck me.”

He groaned, his big body covering hers. He pushed her legs wide.

Desire was making her burn up, and only Lachlan could cool it. Only he could make it better.

She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge her folds. He moved his hips, his hard cock sliding up, teasing her clit.

She moaned.

“I hope you don’t care if my neighbors hear you scream.” His hot words whispered against her ear.

She shook her head. “Cocky.” She gripped his ass, trying to pull him closer, get him to move deeper.

“I love how much you want me.”

“Lachlan—”

He buried himself inside her with one hard thrust.

Rowan cried out, her head pressing back against the bed. He was thick and hard, filling her up.

He groaned. “You’re so damn tight.”

Then he started moving, thrusting inside her—firm and a little rough. He pulled her legs tight against his sides, moving deeper inside her than anyone had before.

“Rowan, open your eyes.”

She did, her gaze colliding with his golden-tiger eyes. He stared at her as he moved inside her.

Her belly pulled tight. Connected. Pleasure spilled inside her. She had never felt this connected to anyone. She felt a pull toward Lachlan, like gravity was binding her to him.

It thrilled her and scared her at the same time.

Each thrust of his cock had her pleasure rising higher, and she stopped thinking. Oh, oh. “Lachlan… I’m…”

Her orgasm slammed into her and she screamed his name.

He continued to slide into her, drawing her pleasure out. Then he rose up on his knees, and pulled out of her.

She made a sound of protest, but then he flipped her onto her belly.

“Not done with you, yet.” His rough hands shaped her ass. “Fucking hell.” One of his hands slid between her legs, and he buried two fingers inside her.

With a moan, she pushed back against him. Then he cupped the globes of her ass again, kneading.

“You have a pretty ass, Rowan.”

She felt his thighs brush against the backs of hers, then he slammed back inside her.

God. She grabbed the covers, twisting them in her fingers, trying to hold on. He gripped her hips and started a hard, fast, pounding rhythm.

“Keep your ass up, Rowan.”

His chest was pressed to her back, and he kept driving into her.

Rowan felt another orgasm hit. The strength of it grayed her vision and she moaned, long and deep.

Then Lachlan thrust again, buried deep. His groan was more of a growl as he came inside her.

They collapsed on the bed, their harsh pants filling the air.

She was pinned by his big body and she liked it. “If the bad guys come tearing in again, I won’t be able to move. You’ll have to rescue me.”

His laugh was a deep rumble, and she loved the sound.

He kissed her shoulder. “I’ve got you covered, sweetheart.”

A warm glow filled her. No one had called her sweetheart before. She liked it. She liked him. She liked it all too much.





Chapter Twelve





Rowan sat sipping her mocha in Lachlan’s kitchen. She still wasn’t quite awake.