23. Lana
Lana
This was insanity. Absolute, utter insanity.
But that knowledge did nothing to make me stop. No. Any restraint I had flew out the window when he palmed my butt in his large hand. The heat of his flesh seeped through my leggings, searing my skin.
Tired of the awkward position, I broke the kiss for just a moment, lifting up on my knee to toss the other one over his thighs and straddle him.
His mouth tilted and one eyebrow rose. “Better?”
“Shut up.” I kissed him again, delving straight into the warm recesses of his mouth.
His surprised little grunt was like a hit of the best drug. I tunneled my fingers into his thick hair, raking my nails over his scalp. Beneath me, the hard ridge of his blossoming erection pressed into my inner thigh.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be wearing a nightgown right now…
It would be so easy to push apart the robe he wore, pull my panties to the side, free him from his boxer briefs, and just sink straight down onto him.
This was totally out of character for me, I knew, and I suspected for him too.
I wouldn’t doubt it had something to do with adrenaline and danger.
I should probably care more that I was about to strip off every stitch of clothing I had on and have sex with a man I had just now kissed.
But I didn’t.
Leaning back, I grasped the hem of my hoodie and whisked it over my head. My t-shirt quickly followed, leaving me in just a sports bra.
Toren’s hand curved around my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast.
“Lana. Do you know what you’re doing?”
I hooked a thumb under one of the straps and pulled my arm through. “Yes.” Without another word, I whipped my bra off.
His eyes glazed over, and that large palm that had sent my restraint down the drain by grasping my butt closed around my breast.
A moan slid free of my throat and my eyelids fluttered.
“Take these off.” He plucked at the waistband of my leggings with his injured hand.
Meeting his gaze, a sultry smile spread over my lips. I rolled my hips against him, eliciting a strangled noise. “You sure?”
“God, yes. Take the damn things off.”
With a low chuckle, I got up and stripped out of my bottoms. He leaned forward to reach for me and pull me back, but I stepped out of his reach.
“Uh-uh. I get to see first.” I tipped my gaze to the now tented robe over his lap.
He sat back, a rakish smile on his face, and spread his arms over the back of the couch. “Sure.”
Stepping forward again, I reached for the belt holding the robe closed and tugged on one end. It slithered free, making the material sag. With a flick of one hand, I opened the robe, baring his tented boxer briefs.
“Your turn. Take those off.” I gestured to his underwear, salivating at the thought of what hid beneath.
When he lifted his hips and pushed the fabric off, I was not disappointed.
My core clenched at the sight of him. That was going to be both painful and delightful. Toren was a big man—everywhere.
“We’ll go slow.” He sat up. “Trust me. I know I’m large. But I’ve never had any complaints.”
Heat built in my belly, and I met his eyes. “Oh, I never thought you did. I was just thinking how much I’m going to enjoy this.” Moving forward, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, straddling him again.
His hands grasped my butt again, kneading the naked flesh. “You want to take this to your bedroom?”
I shook my head. “This feels like a good position for your injuries. Plus, I get to control the pace.” At least until I stretched out, I wanted to be in charge. I widened my stance, teasing myself with the tip of his erection. Little zings of need shot through me. “You’re not diseased, are you?”
A wry smile tipped his mouth. “No. You?”
“No. I have an IUD too.” I swirled my hips over him, torturing us both.
He groaned. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I sank down, swallowing him with my body, inch by slow inch. Muscles and flesh stretched, accommodating his size until I was seated fully in his lap.
With a long moan, he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. I wove my fingers into his luscious hair again.
Feeling some of the tightness ease, I moved.
He bit down on my collarbone, then licked away the sting.
Together, we rose and fell, sharing soft touches and deep kisses until the tension built to its breaking point. Every muscle in my body tightened for a beat and froze before they reversed course, spasming wildly over top of him.
Somewhere in the midst of the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, Toren’s own climax hit. His fingers dug into my hip, and he released a low, guttural groan. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he tipped my head back, sealing a fierce kiss over my lips as we rode the waves of pleasure together.