“Let’s go inside,” I tell her, slowly climbing to my feet and holding a hand out to her.
She slides her gloved hand into mine and I squeeze it as I haul her up. “We’re a mess,” she giggles, looking at the snow covering both of us now. At least we put on our snow gear, otherwise we’d be soaking wet and shivering.
“You know what you do with messes?”
“What?” she asks skeptically.
“You clean them up.” I wink and scoop her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Lachlan! Put me down!”
“I will. Where you belong.”
I run around the house, nearly slipping again, but thankfully I catch myself in time.
Opening the door into the front room, I jog through the house with Dani bouncing on my shoulder, leaving a trail of melting snow behind us.
I carry her into the recently remodeled laundry room where I set her down on top of the washer.
I kiss her hungrily, unzipping her coat and pushing it off her shoulders. She giggles against my lips at my impatience.
Yanking her snow pants off I mutter, “These have to go.” Her leggings. “These too.” Underwear. “Definitely these.” Shirt. “This.” Bra. “This too.”
“I think you just wanted me naked.”
“Obviously,” I growl, letting her rid me of my coat and long-sleeve shirt.
She works her hand underneath the band of my sweatpants, the snow pants already kicked to the floor, and I hiss between my teeth. Her hand is cold against my heated cock, but that’s not the reason for the sounds leaving my throat. It’s the way her hand fits around me, stroking up and down. She scoots her ass to the end of washer, pushing her breasts into my bare chest.
Reaching above her to the cabinet I pull out a box of condoms.
She starts laughing. “I can’t believe you seriously stashed them all over your house.”
“You never know when or where you’ll need them. I like to be prepared.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “I like that about you.”
I ghost my lips down the side of her jaw and then her neck. She arches her back, silently begging for more. I love that she’s completely bare before me, legs spread wide on top of the washing machine, and she’s not trying to cover herself.
Sucking a pert nipple into my mouth, I reach behind her to turn on the washer. She jumps in surprise when it kicks on, her hand slipping from my cock. The moan that leaves her throat this time is more of a purr and she rocks her hips to the vibration of the machine.
Trailing my lips down her body, I finally reach her center, sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Fuck, Lachlan!” she cries out, her fingers yanking on my hair.
She rocks her hips against my mouth and when I slide two fingers into her soaking wet core she nearly cries. The little noises she makes urge me on.
Her legs begin to shake, and she cries out when her orgasm takes over. I curl my fingers inside her, still moving them in and out as her pussy squeezes the digits in a vice grip. When she starts to come down from the high she slowly blinks her hazel eyes open, looking at me with surprise.
“I think that was the most intense orgasm of my life,” she utters, her throat raw.
I can’t help but smirk. “You’re welcome.”
She bends down from her higher perch on the washer and grabs my face, kissing me deeply. Our tongues tangle, the kiss desperate and passion filled. Grabbing the condom, I break the kiss so I can open the foil package and slip the rubber on. She watches me the entire time, her eyes darkening with lust as I roll the condom down my length.
“You like to watch me touch myself.”
It’s a statement, not a question. She blushes and nods.
I grin, giving her a quick kiss before I grab her hips and pull her down from the washer, leaning her against it as I line up my cock with her entrance. When I’m fully inside her she lets out a long moan, biting her lip to quiet her sounds. Rocking in and out of her she rakes her nails over my back, leaving her mark behind.
“Lachlan,” she begs. “God, you feel so good inside me.”
We both look down, watching my cock work in and out of her tight pink pussy. She whimpers a little. It’s the sound she makes when she’s really turned on.
My breath starts to grow strangled, sweat dotting my brow, and I know I’m close.
“Fuck.” My teeth gnash together. “Fuck, Dani.”
I thrust into her harder. Faster. Desperately.
Her moans grow louder, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
She tosses her head back as her orgasm hits her like a wave, her pussy squeezing my dick so tight I fall off the cliff right beside her.
Both of our breaths are erratic and loud in the small laundry room.
Rubbing her fingers over the scruff on my cheeks she smiles, cheeks flushed.
“Can we do that again?”
Chapter Two
I jolt awake, rubbing sleep from my eyes. As the fog of sleep clears I notice the space beside me is empty, the indent of Dani’s body still visible. Slipping from bed I pull on my boxer-briefs. Opening the bedroom door I hear the soft medley of a song playing from the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen. As I start down the stairs the sound of something sizzling in a pan greets my ears as well as the scent of peppers and bacon.
Rounding the corner into the kitchen I can’t stop my grin.
Dani stands in front of a skillet, swaying her hips to the song playing. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, some strands escaping the haphazard ‘do. She wears one of my old t-shirts and as she rocks her hips from side to side it rides up, revealing her underwear with hula girls on them.
“You’re cooking.”
She lets out a tiny scream, not having heard me approach. Recovering, she grins proudly. “I’ve had an excellent teacher. I burned the bacon a little, but progress.” She nods at the plate of bacon resting on the counter.
“Omelets?” I eye the ingredients in the pan.
She bites her lip softly. “I hope that’s okay. I wanted to surprise you.”
Zeppelin nudges his nose against her thigh and she slips him a tiny piece of bacon.
“It’s perfect.” I drop a kiss on her cheek.
Omelets were the first thing I taught her to cook after she begged me to teach her. It’s been fun watching her fall in love with cooking since she used to hate it so much and swore she would only ever burn things.
Turning to the cabinet with plates I slip two out onto the counter, putting three pieces of bacon on each. Sliding my arms around her torso I rest my head on her shoulder.
“Stop,” she giggles, when my scruff tickles her neck. “I can’t cook with you holding onto me.”
“Fine, fine.” I let her go, stepping aside. Leaning my hip against the counter I continue to watch her.
“I can’t cook with you staring at me either. Go.” She flicks her hand at me, ushering me away.
I toss my hands in the air. “Okay, I’m going.”
Grabbing two glasses and the bottle of orange juice from the fridge I sit down at the table and wait for her.
Tally crawls out from wherever she’s been hiding, meowing as she walks between my legs. I bend down, scratching behind her ears. Immediately her loud purr fills the air.