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“I’ve never been enough.” The whispered truth falls from my mouth.
In stealth mode, Lachlan is now in front of me. His scent and warmth overwhelm me. “What?”
His intense, angry glare unravels me on the spot. Words that have been kept guarded spill out of me. “I’ve never been enough. Never been loved, romanced, or made to laugh, not really. I’ve never felt safe or special, loved or adored, sexual or a goddess.” I shrug. Hearing the words out loud makes me admit my defeat. “I’m the weird math girl who likes equations.”
God, I’ve got to stop talking. I sound pathetic. At the gentleness in Lachlan’s eyes, I confess. “I wanted to be. I still want to be. I always bend myself to fit relationships. To smother over my needs and desires, so theirs are met, when I want to meet mine.” I turn inward. “Maybe I read too many online articles. God knows I’ve done every quiz that defies logic, but I do them anyway, looking for hope or some magical formula, something to cling onto. How to find love in a supermarket. How to interpret a look. Swipe left or right? Take a chance or go home and do endless Sudokus. I do a lot of sudokus.”
“You don’t need to do any quizzes. You’re pretty much perfect.” Lachlan walks past me, taking my empty cup. “You have natural confidence.” He busily scrubs the cups as if they contained tar and not tea. “I like that.” He casts furtive glances my way. “I don’t have that.”
I study him as he attacks the cups, rinsing then scrubbing again. He doesn’t seem like he’d be confident in a crowd, but up here in his own domain, he marks it as his own.
“Yes, you do,” I shoot back. “You have the natural grace of a panther. You’re not all showy but understated. You’ll get your prey as much as the flashy lion.”
He goes quiet as he vigorously wipes down the bench.
I’ve met three men tonight. All so different and all have made me feel in their own way. I basically had sex with Knox and Finn. I would never do that in public. Knox knew I wanted to be dominated. Finn with his easy smile that cracks open my heart, and Lachlan who feels everything so deeply touches something deep inside me. All three have made me feel more than I’ve felt in years. It’s like I’ve been stuck in an ice age and three men have thawed me out.
It’s like I know these men, and they know me. There’s an invisible connection that binds us. It’s light at the moment, but I have a feeling it will grow stronger the more we get to know each other. I feel sensual, desired, revered. I’ve never felt that before. It’s like breathing in glitter.
Lost in my head, I startle and find Lachlan staring at me.
“I’m starting a new job here in Edinburgh at an architectural firm in three weeks. I wish I had the confidence you do.”
“You’re an architect?” I’m not surprised.
“Yeah. Finished my master’s. Start a career.” He shrugs. He stacks the cups with his back to me. “You’re very lovable, Georgia. Confidence with your math shit. You’re like my older brother. You have a lot in common.”
I grin. How can I not? “I’d like to meet him one day.”
He blinks.
“Oh, crap, I didn’t mean in a stalkery way. Sorry.” I twist my hair.
He smirks. “All good, darlin’.”
He isn’t embarrassed to have quoted poetry to me. His poetry. I can hold a PowerPoint presentation when quoting solid mathematical facts, but expose my heart to a room? I’d rather stick Hemmy up my ass, wear a ball gag mask and meet the Pope.
I’m so glad Jesus can’t hear my thoughts right now.
Sorry, Jesus.
He moves around the apartment. “The bathroom is through there.” He points “Bedroom. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. There isn’t much in the cupboards but you’re welcome to whatever I have.”
This man needs soothing.
He moves past me, circling the table. I reach out and touch his shoulder, and he stills, his eyes questioning.
I stand in front of him. “Shhhhh.” I cup my hands over his shoulders and rub down to his wrists. He stills watching me. I reverse the journey, landing back on his shoulders. I knead them gently until the bunched muscles relax. His skin is so smooth, his body athletic. My mouth waters at the feel of him, all silk and steel. My hands travel across his chest and over solid pecs that quiver under my touch. I trace his ribs, his unbelievable forty-two pack. I tentatively sweep against the line of dark hair leading to what I can make out is a metal pipe in his jeans.
Blood fizzes and pulses between my legs. My nipples ache. My poor panties are basically shredded. I breathe in his citrus scent and pick up his sharp intake of breath. This man is gorgeous inside and out, and I want him. After the night I’ve had, I’ll need to question my sanity in the morning, but right here, I am lost in him. In the poetic man who made my heart swoop, my body pulse and I’m already imagining his mouth between my legs, his tongue circling my clit, one finger inside of me, pushing higher while he widens my legs, eating me like a man on death row and I’m his last meal. My hands will be fisted in his hair pushing him deeper. My body curling tighter until with one perfect nip to my clit I’ll spasm over his face, his eyes never leaving me. I’m trapped, but I want more. I want him deep inside me in one long thrust…he’ll then swap position until I’m bent over. One hand will be on my lower back, the other between my legs…
“Georgia?” Lachlan rasps out.
I jerk back, but Lachlan holds my hand where it stopped. Splayed across his stomach.
Shit, shit, shit.
I can’t look at him. You could fry an egg on my face, but I’m also so wound tight, and so freaking turned on.
