Give him some hope, Lana
Lana
I think you’re cute
That was so corny.
Christian
I think you’re pretty cute yourself
Lana
I’m thinking about you too
Christian
What are you thinking about, baby?
Then there’s that flip in my belly. I tell him how badly I want him to hold me until it escalates to wanting him to kiss me and…much more explicit images. Maybe Natalia was right because I’m burning in my skin and the smile on my face makes my muscles ache.
I can’t wait for him to get home.
“Alright!” Natalia’s voice startles me and I drop my phone in my lap, rubbing my thighs together. I hear them come down the stairs until they’re in front of me. “Your outfit suggestions are hanging and ready for you to pick from.”
“We’ll go now,” Isa says, smiling. “Tell us how it goes okay?”
I nod. “Mhhm.” They need to leave.Now. “I’ll text after.”
“Okay, bye! Love you!”
“Love you!”
“Love you,” I call back and stand. I hear the engine of the McLaren come into the driveway and out the window, I see him say hi to my friends again before they leave. Christian is coming up the stairs of the porch and I hear his key in the lock.
I wait, breathless, wondering if it’s going to be the way it used to be. If he’s going to come to me, throw me over his shoulder, undress me while I undress him, and devour me. I think I want him to.
I want him to.
Christian drops his keys on the entry table, takes off his sneakers, and drops his gym bag and grocery bags to the floor.I swallow and freeze when he looks at me with carnal, animalistic eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I breathe.
Touch me.
Then he’s moving fast on his feet, coming to me where I stand. I gasp as he reaches me. “Christ?—”
His lips are pressing on mine before I can finish saying his name, his hands holding my face and mine pulling him closer by his shirt. My hands press against his chest, feeling it hard as I smooth them down his front until I reach his shorts. My hands palm his hard length and he groans into my mouth just as his tongue touches mine.
“Lana,” he moans.
“Hi,” is the only thing I can manage.
Christian chuckles softly, smiling against my lips. “Hi, baby.”
Between the breathless kisses, I say, “H-How was your…your day?”
