As for the job, other than Camper and Jake, I didn’t have many friends my age. Now I had James, and I could truly be myself around him. It was the perfect opportunity, and even though I was sure Lane had way more to do it with than James had let on, I said, “Okay! What do I need to do?”
Later that night I woke to something tickling my cheek. My breath caught in my throat as I was about to scream when I heard, “Shh, Bess, it’s me,” in the gravelly voice I loved.
I sat up in bed, my heart racing despite realizing Lane was the intruder. No wonder Brooks didn’t bark.
“Hey,” I said, swiping the hair off my face.
The bed dipped as he sat down next to me in the darkness, kissing his way up my cheek to my ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. “Hey, I missed you,” he whispered.
“What are you doing here?” I reached around to his back, pinching him, making sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Ouch! I finished early and jumped on a flight.”
His breath lingered over my lips. He was waiting to see if I needed to say anything else before he kissed me.
I didn’t.
Pulling him down the rest of the way, I grabbed his hair and kissed the hell out of Lane Wrigley.
He didn’t let me stay in control for long. After a toe-curling kiss, he stood up and quickly got rid of his clothes, his erection springing to life in front of me.
“Why, hello there,” I joked from the bed, and started to pull my tank off and shimmy out of my boy shorts.
“Have some mercy,” Lane said, setting a knee down on the bed. “I just flew back on an international flight and then drove another ninety minutes in the snow and sleet with a raging hard-on.”
“Did you now?” I teased as he crawled over to me, whipping the blanket off me in one swoop.
“Lane! I’m cold,” I said, laughing through my words.
“Not for long, love,” was all he said before his face was between my legs, his tongue running a familiar path. And then he went back to teasing me, planting a path of kisses along my inner thigh, his breath barely coasting over where I wanted his mouth.
“Please,” I pleaded.
He didn’t make me beg. His tongue homed in on that special place, his finger dipped deep inside me, and I came apart. My body burst into flames, my heart beating too fast. Love and contentment ran through my veins, emotions I never thought I would feel like a normalwoman, but I was.
“Want inside you,” he said, bringing me out of my orgasm-induced haze.
“Mmm, me too,” I murmured.
And then he was. To the hilt, before he pulled all the way out and slid back in again. He tortured both of us like this for a while. In and out, long and languid, his dick hitting every single nerve along my walls, our mouths staying together while our hips did a sensual dance.
“More,” I whispered.
“More what,” he asked as he slid all the way out, torturing me.
“You. Deep. Faster. Please, Lane,” I said, giving in, saying what I wanted and couldn’t wait for.
“Okay, baby.” And he gave me everything I asked for.
