My fingers around her body tighten. “Babe…”
“Come to bed, Christian,” she insists again. “Just for tonight. You need me…”
I feel my chin begin to quiver, my body giving in to the weighty emotion.
“…and I need you.”
I surrender to her and try to keep my confessions at bay for the night. “Okay.”
Lana presses her lips to mine once, so softly I barely feel it, and then she removes herself off my lap. She stands in the moonlight, beautiful as ever, holding her hand out for me to take while chewing on her lip—waiting.
Finally, my trembling hand slips into hers and my legs follow suit through the house and up the stairs, not once letting her go. Lana releases my hand first once we are in her bedroom. Her knee presses into the mattress first before she crawls into the center, lying on her back.
“Come here.”
I do as I’m told and crawl to her side. I pull her into my chest once I’m situated, and her body curls against mine. I nestle my face into the crook of her neck, kissing her pulse, and settle there—ensconced in her embrace.
“You were always such a giant, sensitive teddy bear,” Lana giggles softly, her finger drawing lines over the back of my hand. “It’s my favorite thing about you.”
“Yeah?”
Lana turns in my arms, shifting herself closer into me as she does. “Yeah. Not everyone knows how to love someone the right way, but you do. You have the heart to love people, Christian.”
“Not when I got back.”
“Even when you got back to town, baby. It just…took you a bit to find your footing—remember my love language.”
“I know it,” I tell her.
“And I know yours,” she says. “Thank you for always wiping off mustard.”
My lips twitch and my hand on her hips lowers to the swell of her backside. “Always for you.”
Lana’s lips find mine easily, a path that’s also engraved in my brain.
Smirking against her lips, I lie, “No funny business, baby.”
But she bites my lip and her hand smooths down my chest to cup the erection in my boxers. I can’t contain the groan that slips out of me, my hand on her ass squeezing tight.
Lana’s tiny gasp of pain turns into a breathy moan that makes me harder, to the point of pain. I massage her ass cheek before I bring my hand up her curves and under her shirt, my hand cupping her breast. She arches and her nipple hardens as I brush my thumb over it.
She pulls away, panting, and pulls her shirt over her head so quickly I’m not sure it’s happened until I see her lying back, her bare breasts exposed. She bites her lip with flushed cheeks, seeming the slightest bit shy.
“You’re gorgeous, Lana.”
“Come here, Christian,” she breathes, her hand curling at my nape and pulling me to lean over her. Her lips are moving with mine, our tongues tangling and searching, moans slipping out in continuous patterns.
My lips move down her jaw, her breathing shaky as kisses are scattered down her body and as my tongue circles each of her nipples before sucking them into my mouth.
Lana arches again, as though offering herself, before tugging me back over her with her fingers in my hair. Hovering while remaining on my side, using my forearm for support, I look at her closely. “We aren’t… Lana…”
“I know,” Lana says. “No sex.”
I lick my lips, my eyes locked on her pouty mouth, and I question this whole thing.
Confess and surrender yourself to her,my mind tells me.Confess and she is yours.
Lana’s hand is on my chest, finding its way down and down and down…
