Sniffing, she gives me her back, and I carefully place the necklace around her neck. “I know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend but, Christian, this is…”
I kiss her shoulder. “It’s perfect. Let me see you.”
Lana turns slowly, her fingers brushing over the diamonds around her neck. “Christian, this is too much.”
“No, it’s perfect,” I breathe. “You’re so beautiful, Lana.”
“I love you.”
“I love you,” I mumble, pressing my lips to hers. “Let’s stay in.”
“We can’t.”
“Why not?” I part her lips with my tongue. “It’s a stupid party.”
Lana chuckles. “I’ll keep the diamonds on later…”
I growl against her mouth. “Yes.”
She snickers. “Come, we should go.”
“Wait.” I hold onto her wrist and she comes back to me. “Are you sure?”
Lana tilts her head, her hands remaining on my shoulders instead of sifting through my hair. “About what?”
“Going to this,” I say. “We don’t have to. I hate almost everyone there and some of them are?—”
“Hey, it’s fine.” Her hand comes up to my cheek. “I’ll be fine, I’m worried aboutyou.”
“Why me?”
Lana sighs and gives me a look. “I’ll kick someone's ass tonight if I have to.”
I laugh and kiss the corner of her mouth. “I’m fine too, baby.”
Lana takes my hands in her small ones. “Then let’s go,” she says, smiling. “We have a lot of water and soda to drink tonight.”
I snort and follow her out the door. “The limo is downstairs.”
Lana stops short and turns to gape at me. “What.”
“What?”
“Alimo?”
“Yes?”
Lana blinks, still gaping. “I’ve never been in a limo before…”
A smirk pulls at my lips. “Maybe I can find out if?—”
“Nope.” Lana smiles. “I’m sticking my head out the sunroof. Let’s go.”
I wish I knew a way to convince Lana to go back to the penthouse with me. Not just because she looks like a goddess that I’m following around like a salivating dog, but because there is a pit in my stomach hollowing out as we step off the elevator to the floor where the event is being held.
The limo ride involved my leg bouncing up and down and my hand gripping on Lana’s thigh—needing to touch her to breathe easier. Eventually, Lana kissed me long enough to distract me, careful not to ruin her makeup, and landed on her knees on the limo floor to distract me.
“This is fancy,” Lana muses.
