With each thrust, her breaths and moans fall into sync with mine and they turn into a symphony of infatuation and pleasure. Her nails scratch down my back with each deep press of my hips until her hands are holding my ass and pulling me in harder.
I try not to think about it, but I can’t help it.
All the mistakes I made in New York, all the times I imagined her and thought it was enough? It wasn’t.Nothingis like her. Dreams or imagination don’t do her justice. Dimples like hers can’t be duplicated. Her soft eyes, her full pouty lips, her hips, her hands, her smiles, her ears. None of it.
I was an idiot to think that I could simply imagine her and be fine with it—that I could live like that.
“Christian,” she moans and her hands come to my nape and pull me to her lips. “I missed you.”
I push into her slower, deeper. “I missed you, baby,” I rasp. “Fuck, I missed you everyday.” I take her hands from the back of my neck and pin them above her head, our fingers interlocking. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Never again,” she breathes. “Please.”
“Never.”
With the passion of my conviction, my pace picks up with the force of my hips. Lana’s moans come louder and louder, her legs clamping tight around my torso, and my body trembles. “Lana.”
She nudges her nose with mine and licks my lips. “Say my name again.”
“Lana,” I moan. “I’m gonna?—”
“I’m…”
“Fuck, Lana,” I growl and it comes over me.
It drags me down and drowns me. It swallows me whole—Sheswallows me whole, and nothing has ever felt like this. This is fucking nirvana.
I collapse over her, holding myself up on shaky forearms to not crush her with my weight while I breath heavily in the crook of her neck. I kiss beneath her ear and push myself up enough to see her.
Her eyes are closed, her long lashes forming shadows at the tops of her cheeks under the moonlight coming in from the back doors. And then she smiles, dimples all mine. It’s a sleepy, hazy smile of complete satisfaction, one of my favorites.
“Baby?” I kiss one of her dimples.
“I hope we didn’t make a mess,” she chuckles breathily. “I love this couch.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“No, I’ll just make you clean this one,” she says. “We’ve already christened it. I want to keep it.”
I laugh and she kisses the corner of my mouth. “Let’s go shower. I’ll be careful.”
My arms sneak their way under her body to hold her to me, and I lift her off the couch. Her body is entirely attached to mine as I walk up the stairs to our bedroom. She giggles holding onto me and I roll my eyes. “You told me you didn’t want to mess up the couch, Lana.”
“I know,” she snickers. “Thank you, baby.”
Lana kisses my cheeks, then my lips, and it only deepens until I’m hard inside of her again. I step into our bedroom, going straight toward the ensuite bathroom. I only set her down when we step into the shower. I turn her over, the hot spray of water hitting my back as she bends over the tiled bench built in.
“You’re going to kill me one day,” I grunt, sliding back into her.
Lana smirks at me over her shoulder and thrusts backward, her ass bouncing against my hips. “Maybe that’s the point.”
CHAPTER 26
Lana
The insatiability has been…insane. Maybe it’s the months of edging, all the time we spent cutting ourselves off when we wanted each other most, not including the orgasms he’d given me beforehand.
Christian is a hard man to resist. He is disgustingly and devastatingly attractive. Incredibly sweet and thoughtful. All week he’s gone with me to work, driven my Jeep so he can perform maintenance I have ignored, tended to the garden, woken me up with kisses and has brought me breakfast in bed whenever I was so deep asleep I didn’t notice he’d gotten up.
