7. Lana
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lana
Wilson’s strong arm wrapped around my middle and pulled me in closer.
My back pressed tightly to his front, Wilson’s body heat radiating against me, making me feel all warm and cozy. Even in my half-awake, half-asleep state I could feel myself smiling. Who would have thought a guy like Wilson Harding likes to cuddle?
Slowly, like a beautiful scene in a movie, the night before replayed in my mind.
Well, a somewhat dirty but extremely sexy movie.
I still couldn’t believe where I found myself. In a beautiful cabin god only knew where because we had flown in a private jet, probably snowed in with the most handsome yet irritating man I had ever met.
He wasn’t annoying last night, a little voice reminded me.
True to his word, Wilson didn’t take more than a taste last night. I liked that about him. He kept his word even though I’d felt just how hard he’d been, watched how easily he’d come on me. We both knew he wouldn’t have had to work hard at talking me into more.
Hell, I had been dying to beg him for it.
If I thought about it, Wilson had kept his word about everything so far. Thinking about our talk last night and the way he had slow-danced with me made me scoot closer to him. My body and heart wanted a little more of his warmth. Liar, you want all of it!
I scooted and then froze. It seemed someone was very awake. I wanted to turn around but was worried about waking him. Or worse, what if he was awake and could feel me grinding against him?
“Ignore it,” he murmured sleepily. His firm lips brushed the shell of my ear. It took everything in me not to shiver with how good it felt.
“Ignore what?” I whispered, pretending not to know what he was talking about. I wasn’t sure, but I could have sworn his lips quirked upward into a smile. He might not have called me out on my little white lie, but we both knew I could feel him.
“It can’t help itself.” He pulled me in even closer, pressing a kiss on my neck just below my ear. “I can still taste you from last night, not to mention how good you feel in my arms,” Wilson rumbled, and I couldn’t help myself. I glanced over my shoulder, and my eyes connected with his.
“Hi,” I shyly whispered.
“Morning, beautiful,” he replied quietly. My gaze dropped to his lips. Lips I knew were very talented.
“Morning,” I said back, unable to look away from his mouth. Something came over me. Without a second thought, I rolled over and pressed my mouth to his. Like he was mine. Like we’d woken up a million and a half times before instead of our first night together.
Wilson hesitated for a split second before his hands found the way to the back of my head, and we rolled over until his body loomed over mine and I opened my legs, giving him more space to fit his body between them.
“You test my control, pretty girl,” he growled before dipping his head to kiss my jaw.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” My lips twitched, and I moved my head to give him better access to my neck. But he didn’t continue. He moved so he would look at me again.
“Lana—” he started to say, but I cut him off.
“I know the deal, Wils.” I didn’t need sweet words or empty promises. I could have easily pushed him away and kept my hands to myself, and he would have let me. But if I was honest, I didn’t want that. I knew if I didn’t take a chance, have this time with him, I’d look down at the memory and regret not taking a chance.
I cupped his face, boldly touching him as if he were mine. Well, not more than the couple of days we’d share.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“I’m not expecting more,” I said bravely. I’d probably want more, but I wouldn’t expect it.
“More,” he repeated, and I nodded. Something flared in his gaze and his jaw clenched tightly. Almost like he didn’t like what I’d said.
“This is for fun, handsome.” I stroked his cheek. “Unless?—“
“Don’t you even think of finishing that sentence,” he growled before his mouth crashed to mine.
This kiss wasn’t the soft, slow build of the one I’d started. It was passionate, almost punishing. Possessive. Like he was pouring everything he felt into it. Or is that wishful thinking on my part?
“Did that feel like I’ve changed my mind?” he asked breathlessly when he pulled away. All I could do was shake my head. “I want you. I want you more than anything.” His nose nudged mine.
“I don’t see the problem,” I challenged. I had no idea where this confident, bold sex goddess was coming from. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t all that experienced, and it had been a couple years since I’d had sex.
“The problem is that I had one taste last night and already know I’m addicted.”
“Wils—“
“You need to know this is more than just some time up in the mountains. This is going to be a lot more than that.” Maybe he meant a week after we returned. I could do that as long as I didn’t fall for him.
“Okay,” I agreed. He’d already ruined me for anyone else down the road of life. But that would be something to think about another day. A worry for another time.
Today and whatever time I had, I was going to enjoy Wilson. Not only did my body want that, but my heart did, too.
“Shit,” he cursed. Pulling my head to the side, he continued down the line of my neck. “I should warn you about me. I get possessive. I don’t share.”
“I don’t either.” I turned my head, and when we kissed, I nipped at his lower lip.
“I like that.” I wasn’t sure if he meant the fact I didn’t want to share him with anyone or the biting his lip.
But by the handsome way he looked when he grinned, making him seem younger than he was, I didn’t want to ask and break the bubble we found ourselves in. Before I knew it, he flipped us around. I straddled him, my thighs over his. I couldn’t even pretend the way he moved and handled my body with ease was nothing short of hot.
“Wils!” I giggled.
“Shh…” His hands stroked the sides of my torso, leaving light ticklish trails of heat in their wake. “Look at you.” The awe in his voice made me blush. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised. I chewed on my bottom lip.
“This is kind of unfair, you know?”
“Oh? Why’s that?” he asked, studying me.
“I’m all naked while you’re wearing clothes,” I pointed out.
“I couldn’t be trusted after last night. Watching you cum? Jesus, beautiful, that was like watching the Eighth Wonder of the World.” The blush on my face deepened at the sincere tone in his voice.
“You don’t have to say that. I’m a sure thing. You don’t have to butter me up.” I tried to deflect, defend my poor heart from taking in that jolt of beauty, but it was no use. His words went straight through me like Cupid’s arrow.
“I’m not buttering you up, gorgeous.” His hands cupped my breasts, and his thumbs strummed my nipples. My hips bucked beneath me right against his long, hard shaft.
“Lana, I need to tell you something.” He stopped what he was doing. Something in his tone made me lean down, brushing my chest against his before kissing him softly.
“What is it?” I asked, and just as he opened his mouth, his cell phone started to ring with what I could only describe as the most obnoxious ring tone known to man.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Stay right here.” He rolled me off and onto the bed, pulling the covers up.
“Wils—“
“I have to take this. It’s my cousin.”
“Okay.” I nodded, pulling the covers higher. It was crazy. With Wils next to me, I didn’t feel the cool chill in the air, but now that he wasn’t next to me, I did.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Okay,” I whispered as I watched him roll out of bed, grab his cell, and walk out the bedroom, shutting the door.
I rolled to my side and looked out the window. It was a winter wonderland outside, which was a little surprising to see the amount of snow so late in the season. I wondered if this bad weather would mess up the ball he’d needed a date for.
A selfish part of me hoped it would.
That we’d be forced together, alone for just a little while longer. Because even though he was saying sweet things, at the end of the day, Wilson and I came from completely different worlds, and I doubted we could ever have more than a stolen moment.
And even though I knew this would more than likely blow up in my face, I was going to enjoy every minute of it.