He bends and his mouth is trailing wet kisses down my neck. “Good.”
I moan and my head tilts backward, giving him the space to keep going. Silently begging him tokeep going.
“How was yours?” Christian mumbles into my neck and my hands hold onto his sides, my fingers burrowing into his skin.
We stumble back until I’m pressed against the wall beside the living room windows, and I’m lifted off the ground, legs around his waist. My fingers push through his hair and I pull his lips back to mine.
“I asked about your day,” he mumbles on my lips.
“Good.” I gasp when he presses his body between my legs. “Christian…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please.”
I blame myself for this. The point was for him to be hot and bothered, and now it’s me—hot, bothered, flustered, and burning. I amburningfor him in more ways than one and I want to dance with him in the flames.
“You did it on purpose,” Christian breathes.
“Mhhm,” I whimper and arch. “Christian.”
With his forehead on mine, our lips disconnect and we catch our breaths by stealing each other's air. “Lana, we have a date tonight.”
“I know,” I whisper. “Did you want to buy me dinner first?”
He chuckles. “No, Lana, I want us to just be…okay, before we do this.”
I swallow. “Right. Yeah—Yes.”
He’s right, you horny monster!
“Lana?”
“I’m mad at you,” I say. “I’m angry with you and my heart is still a bit broken, but Christian…”
“It’s okay,” Christian whispers.
“I want you,” I say.
But he shakes his head. “Lana, baby.”
“I want you,” I breathe, scratching the back of his head. “I want you to kiss me and make love to me and touch me. I want to feel you inside me and… I wantyou.”
Christian releases a guttural groan and dips his head into the crook of my neck. “Lana, I’m really trying.”
“I know.”
He’s right, we shouldn’t. And that’s fine. It’s good, really,but it’s hard when I have to see him everyday. When he’s downstairs cooking breakfast, I want to wrap my arms around him from behind and put my cheek to his bareback. When I see him smile, I just want to kiss him until one of us passes out.
But,damn it, he’s probably right.He’s right.
I’ll just take matters into my own hands then.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Okay. Um, can you put me down then?”
Christian exhales heavily through his nose and slowly sets me onto my feet. I step around him and strut away, purposely and dramatically swaying my hips. When I look over my shoulder, he’s watching me with darkened eyes and a tense jaw.
I jerk my chin up the stairs and continue on my path.
