She did so, and he traced her side, across her belly, and toyed with the hem of her top. When his fingers finally brushed her soft skin, Cat sucked in a breath.
He bit his lip to keep from chuckling. Lachlan honestly didn't know how long Cat would play his game, and he wasn't going to risk irritating her.
He loved her fire, but he liked playing with her like this too.
Slowly, he dragged the fabric of her top up her abdomen, even slower over her breasts, taking care to rub across her peaked nipples. When she shivered, he finally tugged it up and over, tossing it somewhere behind him.
Lachlan moved in front of her and met her gaze. Her eyes were flashing, her cheeks flushed. He raised his brows. "Enjoying it so far?"
"The verdict's still out."
His little dragon minx. Lachlan stood closer and lightly pinched one of the nipples through her lace bra. "Then I'll just have to try harder, lass." He released her and nodded. "Take it off."
She took down one strap and then the other. As she turned it around to undo the clasp, she revealed her beautiful breasts, her pointed nipples making his cock hard and his mouth water.
When she finally tossed her bra behind her, Cat stood tall. With a knowing gleam in her eye, she rolled her shoulders and made her tits bounce.
Lachlan's dick let out a drop of precum, and he wondered if he'd have the patience needed to draw this out for his woman or not.
No. He could do this. Hell, he wanted to.
Not only because he was bloody aroused, but because it was also…fun.
Something Cat always brought to the table.
He stalked closer until he could circle her, lightly running his hand over her bare skin as he moved, until he stood in front of her again. Tweaking one of her nipples, he leaned to her ear. "Take off the rest."
She began to undo her jeans when Lachlan leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
He laved the tight bud with his tongue, swirling, making her groan.
He'd learned during the frenzy how sensitive her nipples were. He suckled, and she placed a hand on his shoulder for support.
Releasing her taut peak with a pop, he looked down to see her jeans unbuttoned but still on.
Lachlan licked her nipple one last time before helping her out of her clothes and then her underwear.
When she was naked, he ran a finger through her pussy and groaned. "You're so fucking wet for me, lass."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he picked her up by the waist and sat her on the table. Spreading her thighs, he kneeled down before her and rubbed his hands along her inner thighs, back and forth, loving how she moved her pussy even closer to him.
Somehow resisting her addicting scent and glistening center, he forced himself to look up and met Cat's scorching gaze. "What do you think? Should I keep going or scrap the whole production?"
Even though her cheeks were flushed, she still raised her brows and stated, "Stop now and you'll regret it, Lachlan MacKintosh."
He was tempted to see what she'd do, but with her dripping pussy mere inches from his face, her musky scent filling his nose, Lachlan's own restraint was fading. It took everything he had not to merely lap and feast until she screamed.
However, he wanted to drive her madder for his tongue first.
When he blew through her folds, Cat bucked her hips toward his face, begging for more.
"You're so fucking beautiful, lass." He teased the lips of her cunt. "Even here."
When she became even wetter for him, Lachlan's restraint fractured. Keeping her thighs spread wide, he leaned down and licked her slit slowly, teasing her opening before continuing upward, taking care to circle around her clit but never touching it.
Cat's hips jumped, but he kept her in place as he continued to lick, lap, thrust, and tease her pussy, loving her taste, feasting as if he'd never get enough of her sweet honey.
Her fingers threaded through his hair and pushed forward slightly, trying to tell him what she needed.
When he flicked her clit once with his finger, she moaned.
Meeting her eyes, he teased her sensitive bud, loving Cat's heavy-lidded gaze as she watched him.
She was so beautiful, so perfect. And his. Most definitely his.
He needed to show her with actions what he was far from admitting with words.
Teasing her bud, he gently thrust a finger into her core, loving how she instinctively moved her hips to meet his thrusts, her tits bouncing as she did so.
Adding another finger, he stopped teasing her hard nub and took her swollen little clit between his lips. He suckled and teased with his tongue, taking care to curve his fingers even more. Her cries let him know he'd found that secret spot inside her.
Cat threw her head back, but Lachlan released her long enough to say, "Look at me."
She did, and he rewarded her by lightly nibbling her clit the way he knew she liked it, and Cat arched her back as she came, crying out his name.
Once she slumped slightly, Lachlan removed his fingers and gave one more long, possessive lick, groaning at the taste of her orgasm.
He'd never tire of her taste. Never.
Finally moving his head back, he ran a finger through her wet, swollen center, loving her sigh at the touch. "What do you think? Is this a good place to stop?"
Her pupils flashed to slits as she growled and tried to get up. But his hand on her leg kept her in place. She said, "I've been patient, but if you don't fuck me soon, Lachlan, then me and my dragon are going to take over."
He smiled as he rose, standing between her thighs.
She looked about to say something again. But Lachlan had other ideas for her mouth. Closing the distance, he kissed her, their tongues twining, licking, trying to dominate each other.
Not a shy one, his Cat.
And that was perfect for him.
Between her sucking his tongue and her taste still lingering in his mouth, his cock let out a few more drops of liquid.
Fuck, he needed to be inside her. He'd always want to be inside her.
He somehow broke the kiss and tore off his clothes. When he moved back between her legs, his cock in hand, Cat smiled. "What happened to teaching me patience?"
As he ran the tip of his dick through her core, loving how her sweet honey coated his cock, he murmured, "This is just the rehearsal. I'll fix my mistake next time."
She laughed, the sound breaking any semblance of self-control he had left.
Lachlan positioned his cock and thrust to the hilt. Cat's laugh morphed into a groan.
He moved her closer to the edge of the table, crushed his lips to hers, and held her close, needing to feel her skin against his, even if just for a moment.
Then his cock pulsed, telling him to do more than stand there. Cat arched her hips upward, saying the same, and he finally moved his hips.
Slowly at first, but with each thrust, he moved faster, to the point the table started to move, and things crashed to the floor.
But Cat didn't seem to care, instead digging her nails in his back, pulling him closer, meeting each of his thrusts with her hips, her tongue also stroking his own.
Even with things falling to the floor, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh reached his ears, making him harder.
He was so, so close.
But he wouldn't go it alone. Moving a hand between them, he pressed and rubbed Cat's clit hard, the way she liked.
With a growl, she dug her nails into his arse, the slight pain sending him over the edge. He stilled as his orgasm hit, Cat's pussy spasming around him, drawing every drop out of him as if necessary for life.