“Did I…” She cleared her throat. “Did I yell?”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.” He dropped his socks to the floor and stood.
“Did I swear, too?”
His smiled widened. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, my God.” Her face heated. “What if Granny?—”
“She didn’t.” He unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons.
“She must have. I was shouting.”
“I tested it last night. I turned my music way up, banged pots and pans, sang at the top of my lungs.”
“Meanwhile Granny was lying in bed laughing her head off.” But she was losing interest in the discussion. He’d just tossed his shirt onto the chair, revealing the muscular chest she’d felt but never seen. Her fingertips tingled.
“I thought of that, so I turned off the music and lights, snuck down the hall and peeked in her room. She was sawing logs.”
“She could’ve been faking.”
“I know a fake snore when I hear it.” He unfastened his jeans. “This one was real.” Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, he pushed both briefs and jeans down, stepped out of them and kicked them away.
Concern about Granny’s hearing evaporated as Lani focused on something far more compelling. Her core tightened. Evidently the climax he’d given her moments ago hadn’t been enough.
Rance’s amused chuckle snapped her out of her daze. She glanced up. “Sorry. I was ogling. Not cool.”
“Maybe not, but my ego loves it.” He opened the bedside table drawer and took out a condom packet. “Now comes the buzzkill.”
“Says you.”
“No, really.” He left the package on the nightstand and rolled on the condom. “I’m glad these exist and I use them faithfully, but they look ridiculous.”
“I can make it disappear.”
His eyes glittered as he put one knee on the bed and moved over her. “I’m counting on it, saucy lady. I have a hunch you’ll make me forget I’m even wearing one.”
Rubbing her palms up his lightly furred chest, she held his gaze. “I have a hunch you’ll make me forget my name.”
“Lani-lou?”
She scratched him lightly with her fingernails. “Watch it, buster.”
Leaning down, he brushed his mouth over hers while the tip of his cock nudged the spot he’d loved so thoroughly moments ago. “You like it when I call you that.”
Her breath hitched. “No, I don’t.” Slipping her hands to his waist, she reached around and pressed her fingers into his tight buns.
“I say you do. And now, when you hear it, you’ll remember this.” He pushed gently, gaining purchase. Then he paused.
“Reconsidering?”
“Savoring.”
“Guess the mindless sex machine’s off-duty.” She tightened her grip.
His glutes flexed beneath her fingers. “Just on a tight leash.” He eased in a little more. “We only get one first time, Lani-lou.”
She pinched him.
