The growl trapped in his throat is a quiet one, just a sign of his satisfaction. His mouth crashes down onto mine and his hands are everywhere until I’m tossed further up the bed.
I know he hasn’t told me everything, but it doesn’t matter.This is enough. He can tell me the rest tomorrow, and I’ll still love him.
Christian crawls over me until he’s between my legs and pushing my shirt off my body. My nipples pebble from the cool air and his breath grazing over them. “Christian. Please.”
“Let me have this.”
His hands cup my breasts as he kisses across my clavicles, down the center of my chest, back up and down my neck again, until his lips are around my nipple—licking, sucking, biting, swirling his tongue around. By the time he’s showing the other one the same focused attention, I’m a trembling wreck—everything clenching and pulsing and aching.
I arch into him, welcoming the torture.
Then he’s kissing down my body and I’m dying.
I reach down for him, tugging him back up to me with my hands on his cheeks. He comes over me again, devouring me, showing me just what he’ll do with his tongue later while I pull off clothes.
This is one of those things for us. We’ve done this so many times, it’s muscle memory. I know how to take his clothes off faster, I know which parts of his torso to brush my fingers over, where my lips should kiss to make him tremble.
“Condom?”
I giggle.
“What?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“We haven’t used condoms together since…”
He looks down at me with a blissful smile. “We were twenty one?”
I nod, smiling and biting my lip. “Do you want to use one?”
Christian kisses my lips, hovering over them and grindinghis hips into mine. “I haven’t been with anyone in… in a long time, Lana.”
And I can’t remember the last time I had sex that wasn’t alone. The last timewehad sex. “Not since you…”
“And I always used…”
I frown. “I don’t want to hear about that right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers and kisses me softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Christian,” I whimper, lifting hips. “I want you.”
The next grind of his hips is a slow one. “Birth control?”
“IUD,” I breathe, arching. “Kiss me.”
His lips are moving across my chest, sucking and kissing as his fingers work to pull down my shorts. I try to reach for his jeans, but he swats my hand away.
“You know my rule,” he husks.
I think I do, but I can’t remember anything as my shorts and panties leave my hips. His hands are everywhere and he’s only half naked as his mouth kisses down my body again—his tongue tracing each line and curve.
His rule.
The only rule of his I enjoy.
Christian licks my nipples before sucking on them, his teeth nibbling on the hard peek. He’s always been this way—taking the time to draw this out. Foreplay is kind of his thing, and I’d be lying if I said he doesn’t make it my thing too.
He pulls away to stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at me with darkened eyes as he undoes his jeans. Toying with my nipples, I watch as he pushes his jeans and underwear from his hips all at once. And my mouth waters with him naked before me.
