"I don't… I don't know if I can."
But apparently I could, because he flicked his tongue over my clit, and that sent another wave of pleasure through me.
This time, my legs did lock around his head. My hips lifted, and I screamed. Lachlan released me then with a shit-eating grin on his face as I was panting like I’d just run a goddamn marathon.
I didn't know what to say or do. All I could do was lay there because every muscle in my body was limp, exhausted, wrung out.
Lock smiled down at me and pressed a solitary kiss on my clit. Gently. "That's my girl. You did so good. I'm going to give you a minute to recuperate, and then we're going in for another round."
That forced my eyes open. "What?"
"Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you?"
"Wow."
"Hopefully that's a good thing."
He was serious too. With his jeans hanging unbuttoned and low on his hips, he bent down and picked me up easily as if I weighed nothing. He carried me through the living area then upstairs, and I could only presume it was leading to the loft. "You're taking me to your dungeon?"
"Yes, my red room of pain."
I must have frowned a little, because he laughed. "I'm teasing. I'm taking you to my bed. I think you'll be more comfortable."
I nodded. "Yeah, comfortable. That's the word."
He laughed, brushing my lips with his. "Do you have any idea how good you kiss? I don't think I'll ever get enough."
I clenched just thinking about him with his mouth on me. Where in the world did I find him?
Once he laid me in his bed, he did strip out of his jeans. His boxer briefs clung to his rigid erection. He palmed himself but still didn't take his boxers off. He climbed on the bed next to me. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. But, um, the two orgasms didn't include one for you."
"Oh, only two? I can do better."
I laughed at that. "Oh my God. Men like you exist? It's not even fair."
"Yes, men like me exist. Now move over. I want to hold you."
And that's all he did. He slid into bed, tucking me close and angling his hips away from me.
Frustrated, I frowned and tried to sit up. "Will you let me touch you?"
He shook his head, tried to pull me closer, and kissed my forehead. "Because you're small and you barely took my fingers, I’m going to need all my control.”
When my hand wrapped around his stiffness, he groaned low. "Oh my God. Fuck, Saff…"
"So big,” I moaned.
"Oh God, your hand feels so good."
I squeezed more. Curious now, I shifted my position so I was kneeling next to him on the bed. And then I hooked my fingers in the elastic and tugged down.
"Fucking hell, Saff."
"Yes, Lachlan?"
"You don't…"