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Chapter 6

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Lachlan

The door slams behind me. I drop the keys on the bench, stalk to my room, and collapse on the bed. I drag a hand down my face, stilling when I can smell her on them. "Fuck." I move to the bathroom to wash her off me. Apparently, she doesn't want to be with me. I doubt she wants me carrying her scent around on me, so I'm not going to keep it there.

I shove my hands in singeing water and scrub them. I can't believe I thought she wanted to be with me.

My chest tightens. Who am I kidding? Of course, she doesn't want to be with me. It's common knowledge on The Esplanade I'm a plumber. I'm on speed dial for most of the stores. When we shared glances at the bar, I thought we were thinking the same thing, trying to learn everything about each other. But maybe not.

I'm ready to marry her, but she didn't even know my job.

It made sense when she explained it away, comforted me knowing she also struggled with these feelings, but then Isla showed up.

She's going on a date. Is probably getting ready for it now. I rub a wet hand smelling of soap across my face.

Like I would have a chance with her.

Sitting in front of the mirror with Chloe standing behind me was the first time I'd seen the two of us together beside each other. We looked ridiculous. I'm an average-looking guy, and here's this angel standing behind me, running her hands through my hair. A badass business woman who makes people feel good about themselves, and me behind her.

I wouldn't add anything to her life. I couldn't even fix her water on time.

Lying on the bed, hand clean of her, I switch on the TV. My conscience reminds me I have a valid reason I failed to fix her water on time, but it's just another point against me, another reason for her to forget about me.

She enjoyed herself when I was running my fingers through her slick heat—I know that much—but finding pleasure with someone and wanting to marry them is entirely different.

There's no way she wants me like that.

The screen clicks to last watched and my chest aches, breath catching in my throat. Friends continues playing where she left it when she fell asleep with me on the bed. Looked after me when she didn't need to.

I clench my teeth. It doesn't make sense. Why would she help me when she didn't need to? She risked getting sick, allowed me to touch her, and then goes on a date with someone else. But did she want to go on the date? She'd tensed on me and seemed confused when Isla showed up.

Chandler hugs Monica on the screen, and I sit up.

Just because she's going on a date doesn't mean I can't try to win her. I'm not what she envisioned for herself, but I can prove to her why I should be in her life. If she says no, well, I'll figure that out later. Besides, if I was with her, I could fix her salon whenever she needed.

I stride through the kitchen, barely remembering to grab my phone before pulling the door open, and draw up short so I don't bowl over the woman standing in front of my flat.

"Were you going somewhere?" Chloe asks in a quiet voice.

I clear my throat. "To see you." She's in the same clothes she was in when I left. The same skirt she held up for me so I could see my fingers disappearing inside her.

"Oh." She fidgets with her bag. "Can I come in?"

"Thought you were on a date?" I wish I could bite back the words as soon as I say them. Why am I reminding her of a date she has when she's here? In front of me. Waiting for me to invite her in. "Never mind. Come in."

I step out of the way and hold my breath as she hesitates, only releasing it when she steps into my flat, glancing up at me through her lashes.

She's here. That must mean something. It has to.

Chloe sits on the couch and puts her bag beside her, preventing me from sitting next to her. I swallow the thickening dread and sit on the opposite end. A gulf between us.

Green eyes dart around the room, never settling on me. I crack before her and repeat my stupid question. "What happened to your date?"

Lachlan, I…" She trails off and finally meets my eyes.

Her gorgeous eyes are drawn, a sheen of tears in them. My heart pounds when she pushes her bag to the floor and slides closer to me, her knee pressing into my thigh. I cross my arms to stop myself reaching for her.

"I forgot about the date. Isla set up a double date for us a few weeks ago." Chloe rests her hand on mine. "I only agreed to go to try and forget about you. I never imagined I'd have a chance with someone like you. So handsome and successful, so I agreed. I forgot about it. I was excited to see you and?—"

Relief flows through me and my hands shake, but I cut her off by crashing our mouths together. Desperate for a taste of her, to get her scent all over me. Replace the smell of soap and fill it with her. I crave it. "You cancelled the date?"

"I came straight here."

I smile against her lips. Our insecurities were the same—worrying we weren't good enough for the other, but that won't stop us.

No. Now that she's here, she isn't allowed to leave. I won't let her.

I grasp her waist and haul her close, devouring her mouth, trying to tell her everything I need her to know. She gasps and I dart my tongue past her lips, tugging her flush against my chest.

She straddles me like she did in the salon, and I groan when she settles her weight on my cock.

My finger brushes across her cheek. "I'm glad you're here."

"I don't want to be anywhere else. You want to be with me as well?" Her voice is smaller than usual. As if she doesn't believe me. I need to fix it.

"Of course I do. I never imagined you'd say yes to me, so I didn't ask. But I should have. I should have talked to you the first time I saw you in the bar, pulling a pink scrunchie off your wrist to tie your hair back." I brush my hair tie, holding her hair in a plait now instead of a bun. She must change hairstyles when she's nervous. "Or the second time at the bar when you were laughing with your friends. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. You're so gorgeous. Inside and out." Should have spoken to her the first time I laid eyes on her, but we're here now. Together.

Chloe grins and presses her mouth to mine. My lips spread in a smile against hers and our teeth clack. When she swivels her hips, I lose the smile and grunt, settling my hands on her waist to still her delicious movements.

"You don't want to?" Chloe asks, moving to stand.

My arms wrap around her waist and I spin us, so I'm pressing her into the couch. "I do. But I need you to come first." I kiss her deeply, until she's panting, and cup her cheek.

"But I already have." Her hands trail down my chest, but I catch them before she can touch my erection. I'll be done for if she touches me. No. She comes again. Then she can touch me.

"Here, I can take my time and see you properly." I remove her shirt to reveal a sheer black bra. Her nipples are hard and poking through the fabric, and I brush my lips over them lightly, watching her reaction.

She bites her lip and sighs, "Okay."

I leave open-mouth kisses between the valley of her breasts, and veer to the left, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the fabric. I tongue in circles and nip at her, grinning when she gasps and squirms beneath me.

I bark a laugh when she reaches behind her and rips her bra off. "Impatient are we?"

"Yes," she pants, pulling at my shirt.

Shirt removed for her, I settle against her and shudder. Skin touching skin. "Better?"

She nods and drags me in for a kiss, arms wrapping around my shoulders. The warmth of her skin seeps into mine, settling something deep within me having her near, her floral scent surrounding me.

"You can keep going now. I wanted to touch your skin while you do your thing." She pokes me in the shoulder, urging me towards her cunt.

I smirk but follow her directions. I was heading there anyway. Rubbing her pink nipples lightly, I suck one into my mouth. She squirms beneath me, hands rubbing up and down my back like she can't stop herself from touching me. It shoots heat straight to my cock, knowing she can't get enough, just like me. I lick down her stomach and tug her skirt off. It flutters to my floor, her clothing mixing with mine, after all this time wanting her. Needing her.

Chloe gazes at me through heavy lashes while my fingers hook into her underwear and slowly drag them down her legs. I press a kiss to her foot and trail my lips up her calf to her thigh and settle in. Because I'm not leaving. Not until I die.

I position her left leg over the back of the couch to give me room to work, and I stare at her, hiding my groan at the image. Chloe sprawled on my couch, legs wide open for me so I can pleasure her. The trust in her eyes as she watches me with her pussy on display.

I saw what I could at the salon, but having her in my flat where I can see everything is better. Her closely cropped curls are a darker blonde than her hair and I brush my fingers through it, delving lower to find the wetness I hope will be there. I bypass her clit to gather wetness, locking eyes with her when I suck my fingers, grinning around them when she blushes.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

She nods and fists my hair she styled an hour ago. Claiming me, demanding I service her, and I'm right there with her. Settling my face between her thighs, I breathe in deeply. The sweet smell of her surrounds me and I lick a strip up her cunt, watching her face as she gasps. I circle around her clit and dip inside her entrance, repeating the motion multiple times. My hands trail up her body to play with her nipples while I suck on her clit. She groans and her hold tightens in my hair. The sting urges me on, feasting on her while I search for her pleasure, while I earn it.

I thrust my tongue inside her and feel her pulsing around me. "You close, baby?"

"Yes," she sobs. "Keep going."

My chin is wet with her smeared across my face, but I don't care. I pluck her nipples gently and rub my tongue over her clit. Inserting a finger, I feel her contract around me as I thrust gently, quickly adding another. It doesn't take long for her to convulse around me, panting as she recovers. Chloe pushes me away gently, smoothing my hair back into place as I crawl up her body and hover over her. She yanks on my shoulders, urging me to lie on her, but I refuse to place all my weight on her. I don't want to crush her.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and she kisses me. Tongue delving into my mouth, licking herself off me. A groan rips from me and I thrust against her. Eating her out did not help my cock, it made me more desperate for her. Nuzzling my head in her neck, I count backwards and try not to breathe her scent in too deeply. I won't last if she keeps this up.

"Give me a minute and I'll be ready to go." She rubs a hand against my erection and I grunt.

There goes the little control I gathered. "In the bedroom. More room to work there."

She shrieks and clings to me when I stand. My hands clasp her ass, squeezing and massaging as I walk to the bed and fall on my back with her on top. I love seeing her on top of me. I can see everything, all of her, connected with me. My fingers—and hopefully my cock—joining us together.

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