Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Through the rain and her tears she saw a figure approach. The dark shadow startled her and she slowed her pace, wiping at her eyes to see more clearly. It apparently did the same, holding back until the other could be identified.
One cautious step, two, and then she recognized at the same moment Lachlan did and they ran eagerly to each other, wrapping themselves in a tight embrace while their kiss served not to appease their hungry passion but rather to enflame it beyond reason.
Lachlan grabbed hold of her face. “Nothing. Nothing stops us, do you hear me?” he said, like a madman bent on finding sanity.
“Nothing!” she repeated with the same intensity.
He gripped her hand and hurried her along, the rain pelting them. When they reached the cottage door, he began to strip her bare.
“I want our clothes left here so that all know tonight I made you mine and we are not—not to be disturbed.”
Terese agreed, beginning to strip him bare and when they stood naked before each other, Lachlan scooped her up and whispered, “Tonight, I make love to you.”
Chapter 15
Terese shivered when she heard the click of the door even though she was wrapped snugly in Lachlan’s arms.
“You’re chilled,” he said with concern.
“No,” she was quick to say. “I’m warm and comfortable in your arms.”
“That’s because you belong there.” He kept her cradled in his embrace as he walked her over to the fireplace. “The heat will dry us some.”
The heat of the flames toasted their bodies while Lachlan continued to rain kisses along her face, neck, shoulders, and finally her breast; her nipples budding to life as he teased them with his tongue.
He lifted her and carried her to the bed and her hands went in search of him as his did to her. They were soft touches, exploring touches and touches that tantalized. His touch was often followed with lingering kisses and her passion soared as his lips continued down her body.
“Your taste intoxicates,” he whispered and then tasted some more.
She welcomed not only his kisses but his nibbles and nips that fired her body with a heated passion that had her moaning and writhing with pure pleasure.
“Your tongue is talented,” she said giddily when his lips reached for hers once again.
“Ah, but there’s more, so much more.
His suggestive remark sent a frenzy of desire shooting through her and she said, “Show me.”
Lachlan grinned. “With pleasure.”
He started at her neck and worked his way down, slowly tasting her as if she was an exquisite wine that needed to be savored to fully enjoy. He drank deeply of every inch of her and when he spread her legs apart to delve into her sweetness she startled and he chortled and…
Terese was screaming out with pure pleasure and as he moved over her, he whispered, “That’s just to start, as I promised you there’s much, much more.”
And she wanted more, she wanted everything he could give her and then some. She welcomed him, her arms going around him, her body rising up to greet him.
“I want you,” she said softly.
He brushed her lips with a kiss. “And you shall have me forever and always.”
For now, she reminded herself. For now. And tears formed in her eyes.
“No, love, no tears.” He soothed and kissed at the corner of her eyes. “This is good. This is right and I will never, ever hurt you. You have my word on that. Trust me, always trust me. I will never fail you.”
She wanted to believe. She wanted to hope, but then hope had died a long time ago for her. But she had this moment, this time with him and she would enjoy it.
“I have never known such pleasure, such utter joy as I do here with you.”
He grinned, that charming grin of his and it made her smile.
“I will make sure that you always know pleasure and joy with me, and in a moment I’m going to make you mine forever and always.”
“I’d like that,” she whispered, for she truly would like to be his forever and always, though again, it could never be.
He kissed her then and touched her, here, there, and everywhere setting her flesh on fire, her skin tingling with a heat that ached for relief. He slipped full over her and captured her hands, she gladly locking hers with his and then he slipped gently into her.
He took his time, though she rather he didn’t. The deeper he got the deeper she wanted him until she rose up to meet him forcing the final thrust that had her moaning with the sheer joy of it.
He set the rhythm and she joined in. It was so very natural, so very good, so very right, and she lingered in the budding sensation that grew and grew until she was digging her fingers into his back and begging for…something.