Page 99 of Derecho

I nodded. “You’ll have to pay her in snacks and kisses, though, I’m afraid.”

“As long as she wears her two-steppin’ shorts and doesn’t mind getting a little dirty from time to time, I think that sounds like heaven.” His lips crashed against mine.

I would never grow tired of kissing this man.

“I have to tell you something,” I whispered as I pulled back.

“I’m all ears.”

“At my doctor’s appointment the other day, we didn’t just talk about my mental health and how I’ve been struggling with everything.”

Lachlan’s hand slipped up to the back of my neck. “Is there something else to be concerned about? You’re healing, physically, right?”

“I’m actually great, physically. Dr. Witten told me I could resume my normal physical activities.”

He smiled. “Okay. So, you’re wanting to work again? I’m happy to drive you to your deliveries.”

“Lachlan.” I slipped my hands over his face, my thumb running over his lips to try and get him to hear what I needed to say.

“Sow-rry,” he mumbled through my touch.

“I’m cleared to resume all normal activities. I’d like to…resume them with you, if you catch my drift.”

He chuckled, his teeth coming out to nip at my fingertip. “I think I understand what you’re saying. But there’s no rush.”

“Oh, I don’t want to rush it. I want hours with you touching me. Kissing me. Making me feel so good. And I want to do that for you, too.”

His fingers moved to my thigh, bunching up the fabric of my dress as he moved us slowly back to the wall. His mouth was back on mine in an instant, and I moaned as my shoulders landed against the rough wood of the barn.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered, inching his fingers closer to the damp fabric of my panties.

I did as I was told, the ache in my core overwhelming. I wanted him to touch me. To taste me. To be inside me.

His fingers slipped under my panties, pushing them to the side while he explored the place I longed to be touched. Lachlan circled my clit, applying pressure that sent my back arching as a whimper left my lips.

And then his mouth was back on mine. Nipping at my tongue. Sucking my lip. His mouth moved down my neck as his finger kept working my clit, bringing me closer to the edge.

I felt him hovering over my breast. Pausing. What was he waiting for?

“Please,” I groaned as my hand left his shoulder to press his head closer to where I wanted him.

“Does it hurt? I don’t want to make you feel worse…”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t feel the same as when I nurse. I…”

“What, sweetheart?”

“I want you to touch me there,” I admitted, my face on fire.

Lachlan lowered my dress, sucking my nipple into his mouth with the fabric of my soft nursing bra still in place. I felt the familiar pull of my milk letting down, but the dread that normally washed over me when Reid nursed was nowhere to be found. The pleasure was overwhelming, my breath escaping my lungs so quickly my head felt fuzzy.

As soon as Lachlan’s teeth raked over the sensitive, pebbled flesh, I was gone. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gave into the sensations making my legs shake. His fingers worked me over like they’d been made solely for the purpose of pleasuring me.

“Let go, Lainey. Come for me. Let me see how beautiful you look when you fall apart from my touch.” Soaring into the abyss of my orgasm, I faintly heard his name escape my throat over the rushing sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

My face blazed as my hands continued to grip his shoulders for balance. But as my eyelids slowly opened, Lachlan just smiled, his wicked fingers slipping from between my legs as he brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean.

Lachlan