Lana laughed softly as she pushed away from Max’s chest to look at him. “I think you already know.”
Max dipped his head to give her a quick, teasing kiss. “I guess I do. In fact, I’ve felt this thing building between us from the moment we met. I just wasn’t sure you felt the same thing.”
Lana traced a finger along his jawline, loving the scruff there. “Of course I’ve felt it. Are you that oblivious?”
He shrugged. “Well, yeah, I’m a guy. Being oblivious is what we do best.”
She laughed. “Well, Mr. Oblivious, I’ll spell it out for you. Yes, I realize there’s something special happening between us. We’ve just met and I already find myself trusting you more than anyone I’ve ever known.”
He regarded her thoughtfully. “Kind of crazy, isn’t it? How fast this is happening, I mean.”
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But when it’s right, it’s right. Mom was telling me today that she and Dad fell for each other fast, too, so maybe it runs in my family or something. Whatever the reason, I find myself wanting to spend every waking hour with you, losing myself in your arms and kissing you. I’m smart enough to recognize that feelings like this don’t come around very often, and I’d be crazy to walk away from them just for a job. I can work anywhere.”
Max tugged her closer, dragging her up until she was straddling his lap. Having her knees on either side of his hips, the crotch of her jeans pressing down on that most wonderful part of his body, seemed like the perfect place to be.
“Losing yourself in my arms?” he asked in a husky voice. “I like the sound of that.”
Leaning in, he kissed her again, more slowly this time, his tongue slipping between her lips to tease hers. She wiggled a little higher on his hips, sighing against his mouth as she felt his cock slowly harden in his jeans. She rocked back and forth on his hard-on, loving both the way it felt and the fact that she could get him so aroused so quickly. When she finally pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath and almost dizzy from his intoxicating taste, his cock was hard as a rock, straining to get out.
“I guess you’re not the only one who likes the sound of that,” she murmured. “Someone else down there seems to like it, too.”
Max chuckled. “Yeah, he’s thrilled. I’m pretty happy myself—not just at how good it feels to have you sitting on my lap like this, either. Your offer to be there when I need someone to talk to means a lot.”
“I’m glad. And I’m serious about that. I’m good at listening, and after spending so much time on my therapist’s couch, I picked up all the best lines.”
His hands slipped down to her butt, resting there as she continued to gently move on his lap. “And what kinds of lines are you thinking about using on me?”
She smiled as the bulge in his jeans found the absolutely perfect position, making heat pool between her legs.
“Well, there’s my personal favorite,” she said as she gave him an extra grind. “How does that make you feel?”
His hands squeezed her ass tighter, pulling her down even harder on his cock and making her clit tingle. “I think that’s obvious.”
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But then there’s the big follow-up to that standard question: Where do you think that feeling is coming from?”
He lifted a brow. “Your crotch grinding on my hard-on?”
She shrugged. “Possibly. But I think you might be holding back on me. I think you should tell me how you really feel.”
“I want to rip your clothes off and eat you up like a Snickers because I know you’ll be oh so satisfying?”
“Hmm.” She had to work hard to keep a smile off her face as she placed one finger on her chin and gave him a serious look. “I think we might be onto something here. Let’s focus on the emotion you’re feeling right this second. Where do you see this all going?”
“My bedroom?” he responded immediately, his hands moving up to the bottom of her tank top and sliding underneath to tease the sensitive skin of her sides with his fingers.
“That certainly seems like a reasonable direction to go at this point,” she said, her body starting to tremble as his hands worked higher, shoving her shirt up. “But I think you might be staying too close to your comfort zone. Where else might you take this if you wanted to really stretch yourself?”
“The kitchen table sounds good about now,” Max said.
A low, rumbling sound almost like a growl coming from his throat, he yanked her shirt up and over her head. Lana had no choice but to lift her arms and let him, or he probably would have ripped her top off just like he’d suggested earlier. The sexy sound he’d made combined with the alpha-male way he pulled her shirt off and tossed it across the room was a serious turn-on. She couldn’t help but wonder where this was heading.
Max leaned forward to kiss and nibble her bare neck and shoulder, and she shivered even more when she felt his sharp teeth nick her. She’d never been that kind of naughty before.
“Oh yes, I think we’ve had a breakthrough. We should definitely keep moving down this path,” Lana murmured breathlessly.
“That was kind of what I had in mind,” he muttered against her neck, not slowing down for a moment.
Lana was so lost in the sensations of his lips and hands moving across her body she missed Max slipping her bra off until his warm mouth fastened on one of her nipples, making her moan out loud. Mmm, that felt so good. He went back and forth between each sensitive peak, cupping and squeezing her breasts in his big hands. She could let him do this to her all night.
