Julia
A chiming cut through the serenity of my bedroom, stirring me from sleep. I inhaled, stretching, my entire body aching.
But it was a good ache.
A great ache.
A fucking marvelous ache.
One that grew stronger the second Lachlan snaked his arm along my waist and pulled me against his body.
“Why does it feel like we just fell asleep?” His voice had a raspiness to it, evidencing his exhaustion. Thankfully, he wasn’t scheduled to pitch again until tomorrow, giving him one more day to rest up.
Because last night, he most certainly did not rest.
“We did just fall asleep,” I reminded him. “Someone couldn’t keep his cock out of me.”
He thrust gently against me, ready to go another round. “I had to make up for lost time.”
“If this is what I have to look forward to when you come back from a few away games, you should go out of town more often.”
“You think so?”
“Well, last night was pretty amazing. And…” I trailed off.
“What is it?” When I didn’t answer, he buried his head in my neck, his unshaven jawline scraping against my skin. “Tell me.”
“I also had fun with you when you were out of town.”
“Hmm…” He kissed along my neck and shoulder, his fingers caressing my torso becoming more sensual by the second. “What about it was fun? Getting off with me on the phone?”
“Yes,” I moaned from a combination of the memory and Lachlan’s hand inching farther south, my core clenching in anticipation.
“If I touched you right now, would you be wet from thinking about it?”
I closed my eyes, breathing growing ragged. I should stop him, insist we couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when he needed to leave before Imogene woke up.
But when his hand neared my sex, all rational thought disappeared, my decisions driven by one thing, and one thing only.
Desire.
“Why don’t you find out?” I bent my knee, propping a leg up in invitation. I held my breath as his hand traveled the last inch, so close to touching me.
But then he pulled back, leaving me bereft and wild with need, which only increased when he took my earlobe between his teeth.
“Show me,” he growled.
“Show you what?”
He pushed me onto my back and hovered over me. His eyes were lazy from lack of sleep, his dark hair disheveled. But in the early morning light filtering through the windows, he was absolutely beautiful, all sinewy muscle and strong features.
I still couldn’t believe this man chose me out of all the women he could be with. I often found myself questioning it, but I was trying to break free from my past. That included a lifetime of thinking I was mediocre. That I wasn’t good enough. Lachlan proved to me that I was.
His lips skimmed mine in a ghost of a kiss that made me hungry for more. “I only got to see your face when you touched yourself during our…chat. So I want to watch you touch yourself. Want to see all of you.”
I blinked, heart racing at the notion. It was one thing to do that when all he saw was my face. When he was miles away.
It was another thing to do it when he was right in front of me, watching my every move.