I’d offered to teach Lachlan some MMA and while I’d assumed he’d get all macho about being able to take care of himself in a fight, he’d been surprisingly keen.
Now I knew why.
Feeling him stir beneath me, I lightly slapped his chest. “You’re insatiable!”
“It’s this place.” He threw his hands up defensively. “Every time I’m in here now, all I can think about is fucking you in the shower room.”
Rolling my eyes, I slid off him and jumped to my feet. “There are cameras in here. There aren’t cameras in the shower room.”
“True.” Then he did a kip-up, an acrobatic transition from prone to standing, with ease and agility that didn’t surprise me considering what he did to me in bed. Show-off, I thought, amused, and then he reached for my hand and dragged me toward the shower rooms.
“Uh, no!” I yanked on his hand, laughing.
Lachlan didn’t let go, instead turning back to me with a coaxing smile, cuddling me against his body. For the past week, when we were together (which was a lot), he couldn’t seem to stop touching me. I’d noticed it at Arrochar’s dinner, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. He’d also been rapacious. Part of me thought it was just because the sex was fantastic, but another part of me thought he was using it as an escape. The day of McHugh’s funeral, Lachlan practically kept me tied to the bed. He’d wanted to attend but knew his presence would only bring the paparazzi, and he didn’t want to do that to Greg’s family. Mac attended along with some of the men from the estate, but Lachlan was forced to stay home.
And bury his feelings inside me.
I let him because I knew he needed it, and I wanted to be the person he turned to when his emotions were too much.
Still … “We’re not having sex in the shower room again.”
“There’s no one here.” Lachlan bent his head to nibble on my ear.
A shiver rippled down my spine, and I lazily pushed against his chest with a moan. “Lachlan …”
“Hmm.” He trailed his lips down my neck toward my cleavage, and his hands moved upward to cup me.
My back bowed as my fingers dug into the muscles in his back. “We’re supposed to be working out.”
“Sex is working out.”
Remembering I couldn’t even if I wanted to, I reluctantly slid my fingers into his hair and gently tugged.
He lifted his head from my breasts with a raised eyebrow.
“My period came this morning,” I whispered. “Sorry.”
Lachlan looked disappointed, but he didn’t release me. Instead, he straightened, sliding his hands around my back to hold me to him. “You got your period this morning and you still want to work out?”
“My first day is always light. Second day is the worst.” I frowned, realizing this might count as oversharing.
He squeezed me closer. “What is it?”
“Too much info, I guess.”
“How so?”
I shrugged, running my hands down his damp T-shirt. Before I’d wrestled him to a mat and straddled him, we had actually been working out. “Guys don’t want to talk about that stuff.”
“In general, no … but if you’re having an off day, it’d be good to understand why. The last time you had your period, I barely noticed except for the no-sex part. No cramps, nothing? Energy still up. Do you have off days?” he teased.
I answered honestly. “I used to have horrible periods as a teenager, cramps that kept me in bed all day, migraines … but my twenties have been a lot kinder. I can be a little snippy and impatient with mine. And I cry more at things I wouldn’t normally cry at.”
“Like what?”
Trying to ignore the butterflies incited by his seemingly genuine interest in everything me, I offered, “Movies. Christmas TV ads. When other people cry.”
“I can’t imagine you crying at a TV ad.”
“There are lots of things about me you don’t know.”
His hands slid down my waist and over my ass, and my skin flushed hot at the sensation. “I look forward to discovering them all.”
“Are there lots of things I don’t know about you?”
“Mmm.” He bent his head to brush over my mouth.
“Like?”
“Those are for you to find out.” He nipped at my lips. “That’s the beauty of it, is it not?”
I chased his lips. “Lachlan.”
Another nip.
Curling my hand around his nape, I pulled him to my mouth and kissed him hard. Our tongues licked at one another and within seconds, I was a blaze of need. “We have to stop,” I whispered, trying to retreat. His kiss, his tongue, his taste, his hands squeezing my ass … “I’m so turned on right now, and we can’t do anything about it.”
“We can kiss,” he disagreed and captured my mouth again.
I didn’t know how long we stood there, making out in the empty gym, and I didn’t care. How long had it been since I’d just made out with a man? Not since I was a teen. And God, I forgot how fun it was.
There was a vague sound of someone clearing their throat. I couldn’t be sure, though, so I didn’t bother coming up for air, and neither did Lachlan.
“Ahem!”
Okay, that was definitely someone.
We pulled apart, panting, burning eyes locking for a moment before we seemed to agree at the same time to look away. Lachlan focused over my head. “Lucy.”
She stood beyond our mat, glamorous as always in a long maxi dress and A-line jacket made of supple, soft brown leather. High-heeled boots completed the casual but chic ensemble. She smirked at us. “So sorry to interrupt what was a truly spectacular show, but I need Robyn.”
Lachlan reluctantly eased his hold on me as I turned to face her. “Everything okay?”
Thankfully, there’d been no awkwardness between Lucy and me since my confrontation with Lachlan. In fact, she wasn’t even aware there’d been a problem. Lachlan
