Chapter Forty-Five

Sienna

Not releasing his gaze, I curl my hand around the back of his neck, urging him down until our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. With my heart pounding in my chest, I rasp out, “I want you, Lachlan.”

“You have me,” he breathes out as he drops to his elbow on one side to cup my cheek.

“Then show me,” I plead, thrusting my hips against him, leaving no room for him to question my meaning.

Lachlan