never escape.
I’d never want to escape.
“What are you?” He laughed. “Half fish?”
“You really want me that badly?” I asked. “Forever? As your wife?”
Lachlan didn’t lunge for me, even as I circled him. “You are my wife, Red. And I’ll be the greatest husband for you.”
“You want me to take your word on it?”
“I’d love to prove it. Over and over again. For a couple hours.”
“Only a couple?”
Lachlan grinned. “For today. After that we’ve got the rest of our lives.”
That thrill was dangerous. I silenced the voice in my head that might have agreed to anything as long as we could seal the vow with a kiss. I dove under the water and surfaced in the safety of my willow branches. Hidden. Secret.
Desperate.
Lachlan’s gasp wasn’t subtle. He had gone under, and I treaded further back, to the safety of the tree roots and rocks. Listening. Waiting.
But I didn’t hear him—only my thumping heartbeat echoed in the woods. That meant he planned something. I spun, hopping onto the boulder to pull myself from the river before he pounced.
Too slow.
Lachlan burst from the water behind me. He launched over my body and we both collapsed on the sun-warmed boulder at the river’s edge.
I stilled.
Lachlan didn’t.
His victorious laugh echoed with a rapturous fun. He pinned me, my stomach on the rock, my legs spread wide under him.
Did he realize how he positioned over me?
My back instinctually arched. We both flinched as his cock struck me, sliding against my offered slit.
“Caught you.”
His words rumbled deep, rasping in need but layered in the warmth of his conquering smile. He bumped his hips forward, and the head of his cock teased me. Too close and not nearly close enough.
“Are we gonna keep Marco Poloing this shit, or did you still want to play games?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. My hips flexed, accidentally bumping his hardness. His fist had captured the length, giving it a quick tug for his own pleasure. I gasped as the head nudged my slit.
I pushed.
The head of his cock, just the barest tip, slipped within me.
Neither of us moved. My breathing shifted, rushed and panting. Just the head stretched me full. I shivered as a breeze brushed through the willow tree. Goose bumps prickled beneath the drops of water rolling from my skin.
“Elle—” Lachlan’s words clipped. “Now I really got you.”
His cock inched inside, deeper and deeper, but not plunging to the base. He waited. Tensing. As if he expected me to slip away from him once more.
He gave me the option.
And I gave him my body.
I bucked my hips, taking the rest of his length in a single, piercing thrust.
And we both nearly came the instant his bare flesh plunged inside me.
Vegas was a blur, but this was so much better than anything we did then. No rubber barrier separated us this time. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and thick and pulsing hard. I felt it all. Every vein. Every curve. Nothing during that weekend had been so intimate.
His growl blended both danger and pleasure into a single breath. Lachlan bottomed out as I took every inch of his monster cock.
It was better than before. Hotter than before. Bigger?
Why had I denied him for so long? I never should have refused his touch or his kiss or the thrusting, overwhelming force of his thickness inside me.
He pinned me against the beautiful shore, hidden from everyone and everything by miles of wilderness and a beautiful, blossoming willow tree that formed our own private lagoon. A consecrated place.
Just for us.
“God, Elle.” Lachlan held me tight, lying over me, one arm snaking around my hips, the other pressed against my chest. He kissed my neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
I shuddered. “About as much as I missed you?”
His breathing broke, and he gasped as he thrust deeper. I clawed at the sun-warmed rock and mewed his name.
He grunted. “Why the fuck did I ever let you go?”
“I’m here now.”
For as long as he wanted me.
His cock couldn’t get any deeper inside me, but his weight pushed me down just right. I spread my legs wider, moaning as his heavy balls slapped hard against my clit.
Was this how it could always be?
Taken and pleasured and desired every minute of every day for the rest of our lives?
“I should have found you after Vegas,” Lachlan whispered. “Should have made you mine.”
I couldn’t hear those words now, not as the tightness in my chest ached with the same intensity of my core.
He was