1
MIRANDA
Lachlan and I spent our first weekend together at his sprawling estate. With Tamara in Miami and Manuel at his grandmother’s, we had the house to ourselves. I read, sunbathed, and ate and drank to excess, while Lachlan either surfed, practiced drums, or fucked me nearly to the point of insanity.
Lazing on the couch, I flicked through the latest Sotheby’s catalogue, drooling over some of the gorgeous collectibles on offer. As it was Sunday, I had to return to the penthouse downtown that evening for an early start in the morning.
Wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, Lachlan sauntered into the living room. I took a deep breath and pinched myself yet again. Was that man with the body of an action hero truly my boyfriend?
“Do you feel like grabbing some tacos?” he asked.
“Great idea. I love Mexican.”
He joined me on the couch. “I’ve loved having you here. You suit this house.”
“I’ve loved being here.”
He hugged me, and I breathed his scent in deeply, as I would a forest after the rain. Though trees didn’t set me on fire the way Lachlan did.
Lachlan released me and slapped my butt, making me giggle. We were like two randy teenagers. I seemed to have a permanent tingling sensation between my legs.
I rose and gathered my belongings.
An hour later, dressed in jeans and a linen shirt that flapped in the evening breeze, Lachlan carried my duffle bag as we headed for his car.
I peered up at the sky, something I often did when in Malibu. At that moment, a star shot across the heavens, making me gasp. “Oh!” I pointed. “A shooting star.”
Lachlan looked up. “Did you make a wish?”
“I forgot.”
“You can still make one.”
I filled my lungs with fresh, salty air and exhaled, thinking of a deep desire. Of course, Lachlan and his twinkling blue eyes entered my thoughts too.
“Are you going to tell me?” he asked, tilting his handsome head.
I smiled and shook my head.
As we neared the Mustang, I asked, “Are you driving?”
“Yep. I’m a free man. Got my license restored two days ago.”
He opened the door for me then ran over to his side.
“I’ve missed this car,” I said, stroking the leather.
He settled into his seat. “So have I.” He smiled sweetly and turned on the engine then pushed down on the gas and made the engine roar. “Listen to that.”
I laughed.
“What?”
“You’re such a boy.”
“And you’re such a sexy girl.” He slid his hand under my skirt and up to my panties.
I hissed.