I smirked, rolling my eyes. But he knew me too well already.
“Okay, maybe just a bit of it is because I love a good fight.”
I tilted my head a little as Lachlan dropped his lips to my neck again, smiling up at the dark sky. I couldn’t see the stars through the clouds, but I didn’t really give a fuck.
When Lach trailed his lips over my jaw, I grabbed his face in both hands, pulling him up to kiss me again. Our tongues battled desperately as he slipped a thick leg between mine, grinding his thigh against my clit. I pushed back against him, riding his leg, groping him shamelessly as we kissed.
It was a struggle of brute strength, and a perfect representation of exactly what type of relationship we had. We were both physical beings with aggressive personalities, and foreplay was a wrestle to the finish.
With my back against the wall, and his strength winning out over mine, he slid his hand up my throat and grabbed my chin in a tight grip, holding me in place as he kissed the breath out of me. When his lips finally released mine, he stared at me intently, dominance and lust in his gaze.
“Why don’t ye come back to my place?” I whispered against his lips, my chest rising and falling fast. “It’s nothing special, a temporary rental, but it’s better than a damn alley.”
I didn’t care so much about the idea of fucking in public or the worry about getting caught. But I wanted room to maneuver. To appreciate every fucking inch of the solid, devastatingly handsome man before me. I wanted Lachlan completely naked, not just with his pants slung low enough on his hips to pull his dick out.
His eyes, sparkling green, scanned over me for a moment as his mouth tipped up in a slight grin. As his hand released my chin, he nodded. “We’ll take my bike.”
It seemed to take him physical effort to step away from me, and only my determination to tear all of his clothes off kept me from pulling him back and demanding he fuck me right here and now.
We made our way out of the alley and headed toward Lachlan’s bike. I could see the visible bulge straining his pants, and my fingers itched to touch it. To wrap around it and feel the smooth heat brand my palm.
“Fuck, Ari.” Lachlan’s groan drew my attention, and I snapped my head up to meet his gaze. He looked tortured. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, I’ll bend ye over my fuckin’ bike and take ye right now.”
My toes practically curled inside the heavy boots I was wearing, and my pace quickened.
“Then get us the hell back to my place. Now.”
He climbed onto the large motorcycle, and I got on behind him. I slid forward, my thighs tight against his, my body pressed against him. He started up the bike, and it rumbled between us as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I wasn’t used to being on a bike, but I loved it, every second of it—the wind whipping across my skin, the vibration of the powerful machine beneath me, and the man clutched between my thighs.
We rumbled loudly down the street, and I gripped onto Lach, scooting my hips forward and running my hands down to his thighs. It was a tease, my fingers lingering on each side of his cock, every once in a while pressing firmly into his thigh.
“Fuck,” I heard him mutter, and I felt the sound vibrate against my chest. “Ye’re gonna kill me, woman.”
By the time the bike pulled up in front of my rental, the heat between us was almost unbearable. He jumped off first and grabbed me by the waist, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, relishing the feel of his hard, muscular body against mine.
He walked straight for the door as I ran my lips over the light stubble on his jaw, breathing in his whiskey and ginger scent. It combined with his natural musk to create such a potent aphrodisiac that I thought I might come just from the fucking smell of this man.
“Keys, Ari,” he grunted when we reached the door, his voice low and strained.
“Back pocket.” My answer was breathless as I tightened my grip on him, squeezing him with my legs.
With one hand holding me up, he used the other to delve into the back pocket of my jeans, massaging me with a firm, hungry touch.
Oh, gods. Fuck the keys. He can just keep doing that forever.
I barely cared anymore if we made it inside the door or not. Hell, we’d made out like horny teenagers in an alley less than an hour ago. It wouldn’t be that big of a jump for us to fuck against the door outside my apartment, right?
But we were so damn close. We could make it.
“Lachlan.” I drew my head back, my pussy throbbing and my voice hoarse. “Open the godsdamn door.”
His emerald eyes flashed with heat, and he yanked the key out of my pocket, jamming it into the lock. A second later, the door opened and closed behind us with a bang. Darkness shrouded us, and Lach didn’t bother to turn on a light. He spun around, slamming my back against the door and pinning it there with his massive body.
Then he devoured me.
Chapter Three
Whatever had happened between me and Lachlan in the alley, whatever chemistry had burned white-hot between us, it was nothing compared to this.
His cock was hot and hard against my core as he ground against me, slanting his lips over mine in a searing kiss. I sucked in oxygen through my nose, threading my fingers through his shaggy red-brown hair and matching each stroke of his tongue with my own, giving back as good as I got. His kiss was about to burn me down, but I wouldn’t be the only one going up in flames.
“Fuck, Ari. Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he groaned as he finally broke the connection between our lips, breathing just as hard as I was. His large, calloused hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped up underneath it, sliding over the skin of my stomach and waist.
“I guess you missed me,” I shot back, quirking a smile.
I was partly joking. After all, it’d only been a short time since we had all left Magic Blessed Academy for the break.
But Lachlan’s response didn’t have an ounce of humor in it. That same look I had seen in his eyes outside lit the bright green of his irises from within, making them glint like gemstones.
“Ye have no fuckin’ idea.” His nostrils flared, and before I knew what was happening, he was stepping away from the door and setting me on my feet.
My body missed the warmth of his pressed flush against it, the feel of his cock, the hardness of his muscles. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that, because his hands seemed to be everywhere—tugging at the zipper of my jacket and sliding it off my shoulders, pulling my shirt over my head, palming and groping my breasts.
He pinched my nipples through the soft fabric of my bra, and I let out a low moan. I followed his lead, grabbing for his clothes and yanking them from his body, indulging in the feel of his warm skin beneath my palms. We kept trying to kiss, but our lips broke apart as we tore at each other’s clothes, wild need filling the space between us.
My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, and when I slid the zipper down and reached in to wrap my hand around his cock, he grabbed my chin in a punishing grip.
He was hard, like velvet covered steel, pulsing lightly against my palm. My lips and tongue ached to taste him, and it made slick wetness gather in my pussy.
When I slid my hand up and down his thick length, his grip on me tightened, his body growing taut as a bowstring.