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“And who decides what’s dangerous?”
“Me.”
Despite everything twisting through my chest, I laughed.
Lachlan smiled, then tipped my face up and kissed me softly.
“How about you rest for a while? It’s been a stressful few days. A nap might do you some good.”
I huffed out a small breath. “I don’t think that’s possible, thousands of feet in the air and shaking uncontrollably.”
“Closer to forty thousand feet, but who’s counting?”
“Not helpful.”
A slow smirk tugged at his mouth.
“You know what you need, Mouse?”
“No. What?”
“A distraction.”
He reached for one of my boots and unlaced it, pulling it off along with my sock before doing the same with the other.
“What kind of distraction?”
“Still working that out.”
Liar.
His hands circled my waist and brought me to my feet.
The moment I stood, my knees nearly gave beneath me. Whatever had kept my body moving through the FBO was gone now, leaving my legs unsteady.
My hands shot out and gripped his shoulders.
Lachlan steadied me with one hand while the other found the button of my jeans, popped it open, and lowered the zipper.
His hands slipped beneath the waistband of my panties and curved over my bare bottom before hooking both with his thumbs and dragging my jeans and panties slowly down my hips and thighs. My breath caught at his warm touch.
He crouched lower, taking the jeans with him until they pooled around my ankles. One tug freed one foot, then the other.
Before my legs could wobble again, he guided me back onto the corner of the bed, spreading my knees wide.
My pulse kicked harder.
“Lachlan.”
“Hmm?” His smirk widened.
There was far too much amusement in that sound.
He slid both hands beneath my top and drew it over my head in one smooth motion.
His fingertips hooked beneath one bra strap and eased it from my shoulder, followed by a soft kiss on my collarbone.
Then he dragged the other strap down as his mouth traveled slowly across my chest to my opposite shoulder. One hand slipped behind me, and with a quick tug, opened the clasp.
