“I always wantyou.”
“You should always come to work with me,” she pants between kisses as they grow sloppier. “Every day.”
“If this is how I get paid for my labor, then yes.”
Lana laughs, slapping my shoulder. “Shut up and kiss me.”
With a quiet growl, I set her down on her feet, gingerly, and drown in her.
“We’re doing this every day,” she breathes. “All day. Never stop having sex with me.”
I chuckle. “Good with me.”
My tongue just barely touches hers again before Lana pushes me down onto her sofa and stares down at me with dark, caramel eyes. I sit back, mouth parted, and feel my heart race faster just from looking up at her. She gets this carnal look in her eyes every time she’s like this, sometimes it’s scary, but I think I get off on it.
Lana tosses her to the side, the long, silky strands cascading down her back as she takes a number of steps back. Biting her lip, she untucks her tank top from her jeans and strips it off her body. I sit back against the cushions and lick my lips. Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect, I don’t know how she exists.
She can’t be real. I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream. It’s the only reasonable explanation for her existence.
She reaches to take off her bra, but I stop her. “I didn’t say take it off.”
Her cheeks flush and her hands lower from behind her. “Then what do you want me to do next?”
Lana moves her hand across her exposed skin, across her breasts and cups them through her thin, white lace bra.
“Jeans,” I breathe, and they’re already undone and halfway down her legs. “Fuck.”
Matching white lace panties.
“I love you,” I say.
“I know,” she whispers, running her hands up and down her curves. “Tell me what to do, Christian.”
“Fuck.” I lick my lips. I can’t take my eyes off her face, she’s gorgeous. I spent four years thinking I wouldn’t get to love her the way she deserves in this lifetime, but here I am.
“Christian—”
“Kneel.”
A sinister smirk grows slowly on her lips as she lowers herself on the rug, her eyes locked on mine. The brown isn’t soft anymore, it’s dark and swirling with lust.
“More.”
I sit back and breathe out my nose. “Crawl.”
And when she smiles, I’m done. She’s going to kill me one day.
On all fours, Lana crawls the distance between us until she kneels between my open legs, batting her lashes at me.
I just don’t get it.
I really don’t.
I thought the same thing back then and I think it now—there is no way I deserve her or her heart. Her kindness, patience.Any of it.I don’t deserve to even stand beside her or breathe her air.
Andthisis an outrageously concupiscent image that will be engraved in my mind forever.
Leaning forward, I go to cup her cheek with a smile on my face, and her brows pinch. “What’s that look?”
