“Are you ready to get your ass kicked?” I waggle my brows at Lachlan, and he smirks, “You’re about to find out just how good I am with my fingers.”
He grabs my hand, tugging me towards him until our bodies are crushed together, and my mouth fuses with his. It’s rushed, needy, and passionate, leaving me in a daze when he finally pulls away.
“What was that for?”
“Do I need a reason?” he arches a brow, his hand sliding down to pinch my hip.
“Nope,” I chirped, popping the P.
“Good,” he pulls me close again, but this time, he hovers over my mouth. I feel every breath that leaves his parted lips. I feel the heat of his nose against mine, and the warmth of his skin where our foreheads connect. “I feel more tethered to the ground right now when we’re like this.”
My lips part with a soft gas
