Page 97 of Forgotten Vows

Lachlan takes my hand and leads me down the hall to our bedroom, closing the door behind us with a softclick. "Alone at last," he murmurs, and the hunger in his voice makes my breath catch.

"Alone at last," I echo, and then he's on me, his mouth crashing against mine, his hands tangling in my hair.

The kiss is all-consuming, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and then we're tumbling onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. His weight presses me into the soft comforter, and I arch up against him, needing more.

"Adriana." My name is hoarse on his lips. "God, I love you."

"I love you too." I pull his shirt off, tossing it aside, and run my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. My name is there, right over his heart, and I press my palm against it, feeling the steady thump beneath my fingers.

"I want to give you everything," he says, his voice rough. "Everything you've ever wanted. Everything you deserve."

"You already have." I cup his face in my hands, looking into his eyes. "You've given me a home, Lachlan. A life. A future. You've given me everything."

"Not everything." His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers warm against my skin. "Not yet."

"What else is there?" I'm breathless, aching, and when his hands move higher, cupping my breasts through my bra, I gasp.

"This." He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Us. A family. More than just the three of us."

My heart stutters. "Lachlan?—"

"I want to get you pregnant, Adriana." His voice is low and intense, and the words send a shiver down my spine. "I want to watch your belly grow with my child. I want to be there for every moment this time—every doctor's appointment, every kick, every craving. I want to hold your hand when you give birth and be the first one to hold our baby."

Oh God.The image he's painting—the future he's describing—it's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I thought I'd never have.

"I want that too," I whisper. "I want that so much, Lachlan."

His eyes darken. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I pull him down for another kiss. "I want to have your baby?—"

I don't get to finish because he's kissing me again, his hands moving to strip off my clothes with an urgency that makes my head spin. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

"I missed this," he murmurs against my skin. "I missed you. I missed nine years of Matteo's life, nine years of watching you be a mother, nine years of everything. But this time—this time I'm going to be there for all of it."

"You will." I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. "You will, I promise."

He moves lower, pressing kisses down my stomach, and when he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he looks up at me, his eyes blazing. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. And then I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming mine."

"Do it," I breathe. "Please, Lachlan. I need?—"

"I know what you need." He unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs, taking my panties with them. And then his mouth is on me, and I'm lost.

He takes his time, licking and sucking and driving me out of my mind with pleasure. His tongue is relentless, circling my clit, dipping inside me, and when he slides two fingers into me, curling them just right, I shatter. The orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath, and I cry out his name, my hands fisting in the sheets. He doesn't stop, doesn't let up, and before I've even come down from the first one, he's building me toward another.

"Lachlan—" I'm gasping, trembling, and when he adds a third finger, stretching me, I come again, harder this time, my vision whiting out.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "That's my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come."

He pulls back, and I watch through half-lidded eyes as he strips off the rest of his clothes. His cock is hard, flushed and thick, and when he wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly, I feel a fresh wave of arousal wash over me.

"I need you," I tell him, reaching for him. "Please, Lachlan. I need you inside me."

"I know, baby." He moves over me, settling between my thighs, and the head of his cock brushes against my entrance. "But I need you to understand something first."

"What?" I'm panting and desperate, and when he doesn't move, I try to lift my hips to take him inside me, but he holds me still.

"This isn't just sex," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. "This is me making you mine in every way that matters. And when I come inside you—when I fill you up and get you pregnant—you're going to know that you belong to me. That you've always belonged to me."