“Would you have stopped if I’d asked you to?”
Her lips parted, then pressed together. She shook her head.
“I didn’t think so.” My thumb stroked along the side of her nose and cheekbone. “But here’s the thing: I never wanted you to stop. I like how it sounds coming out of your mouth. If you’re not going to give me that because you think it belongs to someone else, then I’m going to have to convince you otherwise.”
Her eyes dragged from my mouth up to meet mine. “Why are you doing this? Why do you care what I call you?”
I slowly shook my head. “You think I know? I told you, up is down with you. The only thing that makes sense is keeping you close and my name coming from your pretty mouth.”
“You think my mouth is pretty, Lock?”
“It’s Lachlan to you.” My thumb went to her lips, pressing on the full, rosy bottom one. “You know your mouth is pretty.”
“What do you want?” she asked on a sigh.
“Right now?”
“Sure, if that’s the only answer you have.”
I dipped my head, grazing my nose against hers. “Right now, I want to move my hand and replace it with my mouth. I want to take some of that sweet out of you and suck it down. I want you to give it to me.”
She caught my thumb, biting me just hard enough to pinch. Her tongue darted out to soothe the rough pad. She might as well have been tonguing my dick for all the blood that surged below my waist.
“Even though I’m bad for you?”
She didn’t require an answer. Her lips met mine in a slow, teasing kiss. I let her lead and explore. She sucked on my bottom lip, using her teeth to nip and taste.
“Let go of my hands,” she murmured.
“I didn’t remember I was holding them.”
As soon as her hands were free, they were under my shirt, sliding from my stomach to my chest. She rubbed along the width of my shoulders, kneading lightly. Her hands were so damn soft and fine, but they weren’t shy. She went where she wanted, without asking permission.
Her mouth was on my neck, sucking at the corner of my jaw. It was all I could do to sit there, running the silk of her braid between my fingers. I wanted her straddling me, pressing the heat between her thighs against me. But there was something aboutnotdoing that, about Elena taking, me giving, in the dark of my truck, that satisfied the rabid beast inside me.
Her lips caressed the underside of my jaw, moving in a line to my chin, before finally finding mine again. I cupped the back of her head and opened my eyes to find her already staring at me.
“Do you want to come inside?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do, but I’m not going to.” I patted her thigh. “Open, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to get you off then send you to bed.”
She sucked in a breath. “That easy?”
Palm on her inner thigh, I pressed. She let her legs fall open for me and pulled her hoodie up so I could get to her skin.
I couldn’t stop the smugness from showing on my face, but she was watching my hands anyway. I slipped one into the elastic band of her loose running shorts, finding her bare and hot. Equal parts alarm and desire shot through me.
Cupping her, I nudged her face back with my chin. “You were going to walk into that house, alone, without underwear? Do you know how crazy that makes me?”
She tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth, a delicate growl vibrating her throat. “Don’t tease me, Lock.”
My answering growl was anything but delicate. “It’s Lachlan to you.”
“Make me come and I’ll think about it.”