His words were like a switch, setting me off as my orgasm ravaged through me. I tried to bite back my screams, considering we were outside. Anyone walking by or looking out their windows on either side of us would be able to see what we were doing.
But Lachlan had lit something inside me, making me no longer care what others thought. I wasn’t going to view sex as something of which to be ashamed or embarrassed anymore. I was going to embrace it, enjoy it.
Because, my god, I definitely enjoyed being with this man.
“Holy fuck,” I finally managed to say once my tremors died down.
Lachlan met my gaze, a smirk crawling across his mouth. “There’s one.” He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss, then pulled back, keeping his hand on my hip as I attempted to straighten, my world still spinning around me.
Once he was certain I had my balance, he released me. Then, to my surprise, he reached for the hem of my skirt and proceeded to lift it once again.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he hooked his fingers into my panties, a salacious grin pulling on his mouth.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He waggled his brows. “I’m taking off your panties.”
“Shouldn’t we head inside first?” I glanced past him, able to make out a few late-afternoon beachgoers.
“Don’t tell me you’re turning shy on me.”
“I—”
“As tempting as the idea is, I’m not going to eat you out in front of an audience. In fact, I’m not going to eat you out right now at all. Or fuck you.”
I furrowed my brows. “But I thought—”
“Don’t worry. I promised you eight orgasms, and I never go back on my word.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “But I think we could both use some sustenance before resuming activities.”
“Then why are you taking off my panties?”
He leaned toward me, breath warming my neck. “Because I want to watch you squirm, especially when I brush my hand up your leg so close to that delicious pussy.” He pulled back. “And also because I want your panties.”
“For what?” I asked, attempting to maintain my composure when I was seconds away from forcing him onto a nearby chair and crawling on top of him just to feel him between my legs.
“As a lucky charm.”
“You’re joking, right?
“Baseball players never joke about their lucky charms. These panties may just help our team make it all the way to the World Series.” He winked.
“You’re so twisted,” I remarked with a laugh as I stepped out of my panties.
He shoved them into the pocket of his shorts, then looped an arm around me, tugging my body against his. “Oh, baby. If you want twisted, I will most definitely show you twisted.”