Chapter Eight
Grainger
She ignites something within me that I’ve never felt before. -Grainger
I pause the movie I’m watching at the sound of Lana’s door opening. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on in the movie. I haven’t paid attention to it at all. All I can think of is that Lana lies behind that door. In her bed with or without clothes on…Fuck.
My gaze swings to the opening door. When Lana emerges, time stops. My mouth goes dry, and my cock immediately reacts.
This woman…this woman is a goddess.
She’s wearing a white nightgown made of silk. The translucent material clings to her curves. Her nipples are dark beneath the thin material. She walks towards me with a seductive sway to her hips.
“Wh…wh…” I swallow and try to remember how to speak English again. I clear my throat in a desperate attempt. “Wh…what’s wrong, Lana? Couldn’t sleep?” My voice comes out huskier than I intended, and I feel like a desperate fool.
To my surprise, she stalks even closer. Her brown eyes watch me with a dark heat that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“I’ve decided something, Grainger. Something important.” She comes to stand in front of me. Her voice is an enticing whisper that causes fire to spread through my veins.
“Really?” I ask, trying desperately for some semblance of control.
She nods and gives me a bewitching smile. “Really. I’ve decided that I want something.” She cocks her head to the side. “The problem is when I want something this bad, I have to have it. I have to have it, or I’ll ache for it.” She reaches down and her long red fingernail strokes my face.
I swallow again. “What do you want, Lana? Maybe I can give it to you.” I reach out for her, the movement feeling as natural as breathing. My hands wrap around her waist, and she moves closer.
I can smell her now. I can smell her vanilla perfume along with the natural smell of her desire. Her pussy is right there. Right there through the thin material of the flimsy nightgown. My mouth waters. I want her. I want her so damn bad that my cock aches to be inside her.
She cups my cheek and I gaze up at her. Red rides high on her cheeks and I wait for her answer with bated breath.
“I want you, Grainger. Just you.” She steps even closer. Her pussy is now at my eye level. She’s not wearing panties. I can see that she’s almost completely bare there. My hands bunch the material of her nightgown up so that more of her tempting thighs are exposed.
“Me?” I ask in a voice that barely sounds like mine. “We shouldn’t, Lana. We shouldn’t give in to…”
My words stop as she puts her hands over mine and helps me pull her nightgown up. Nothing is covering her now. Nothing between her sweet pussy and my hands and mouth.
“Fuck, Lana. Fuck it all.” I groan, knowing I’m a drowning man. “I want you too. So damn bad. I’ll do anything.”
Her smile is absolutely predatory as she looks down at me. “You can have me, Grainger. I’m all yours.” Her finger moves between her legs, and she strokes her folds. Her finger is glistening wet as she puts it to my lips. “Taste me.”