Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Sly’s kisses were deep and demanding. Weak with desire, Lana sank against him. Her mind blanked and her whole world shrank to her and him, slowly rocking in the cooling night air. Hours later, or maybe it was only a few minutes, he pulled away.
His breathing was labored, as if he’d just sprinted a quarter mile. “If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”
“Please don’t—I want you.” She tried to kiss him again, but to her frustration, he lifted her off his lap and deposited her on her side of the swing.
“You’ve been saying you’re not ready.”
“I am now.”
“It won’t hurt the baby?” Lana shook her head.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
She’d never been more certain and without hesitation, nodded.
His exhale sounded like pure relief. “First we have to get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess what you’re going to say—you’re not into relationships,” she ventured.
“Right. I like you, and I want to be part of your life while we raise our kid.” He glanced at the swollen fly of his jeans. “It’s obvious I want to be with you sexually, but my feelings about a committed relationship haven’t changed.”
What he’d described sounded like a committed relationship to her, but at the moment she was too impatient to quibble over definitions. “Got it,” she said. “Now, please, take me to bed.”
He hesitated, searching her face a moment, before he grasped her hand, tugged her to her feet and pulled her into the house.
Foreplay was Sly’s second favorite part of lovemaking.
He enjoyed taking his time, but with Lana molded to him and kissing him hotly on the way upstairs, that proved challenging.
Her passion and enthusiasm scorched him and nearly sent him over the edge.
Halfway up, he lifted her into his arms and carried her the rest of the way.
“Mmm, you’re carrying me. Why?” she asked in a sexy voice that thrilled him.
“I want to make sure we reach the bedroom while I still can.”
Moments later he set her down. Standing a few feet in front of him with her gaze locked on his, she slowly removed her top. Her skin was flushed with desire. She wore a lacy black bra she almost spilled out of, and her taut nipples were clearly visible.
“Now you,” she said.
She didn’t have to ask twice. Sly unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, then pulled the thing over his head.
They shed their pants at the same time. Then he was down to his shorts, and she... In a black bra and a matching pair of bikini panties, she looked sexy as hell. So beautiful.
His.
He swallowed. “As much as I like your underwear, it has to go.”
With a seductive look, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. The bra dropped to the floor.
“Now I can see the changes in your body. Your breasts are bigger.” He cupped her reverently in his hands. “Heavier.”
“You’re right. What else?”
“Your nipples are darker.” Aware of her sensitivity, he lightly traced each rigid tip with his finger, pleased when she shivered.
Continuing his study of her, he placed his palm over her belly, just as he’d watched her do to herself countless times. “Your stomach is slightly rounded.”
“Yes,” she replied in a throaty voice. “Does that bother you?”
He shook his head. “You’re perfect.” He let his fingers trail lower. “Warm, too, and smooth. I remember the silky feel of your skin from that night at Prosperity Inn.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely. I remember every detail—what you looked and felt like, and how good we were together.” When he reached the elastic band in her panties and skillfully removed them, she sucked in a breath.
“You’re incredibly responsive,” he said.
“It’s hot. He slipped his finger inside her. “As hot as I imagined.”
She whimpered. “What you’re doing now... I don’t think my legs will support me any longer.”
Loving her pleasure, he let out a low laugh. “I can fix that.” He lifted her off the ground and gently deposited her on the bed. “Now, where were we?” He reached between her legs. “Still as tempting as ever. But maybe I should check more closely.”
She was tense with expectation and primed to let go, and he got busy increasing the pleasure. In no time, she shifted restlessly and moaned. Moments later, she called out and climaxed.
After recovering she gave him a wicked smile. “Your turn, cowboy. On your back.”
With her blonde hair every which way and her proud breasts heaving, she straddled his thighs. His very own, very hot goddess. She wrapped her hand around his arousal. He stopped her before he lost control.
She frowned at him. “Hey, I was just getting started.”
“I don’t want to finish without you. Understand?” Still on his back, he positioned her where he needed her. One thrust and he was deep inside her, exactly where he wanted to be.
Shuddering with desire, she contracted her muscles around him. Gripping her hips, he thrust upward. Harder and faster and deeper, until he was mindless with need. She cried out again, and this time they spiraled out of control together.
When he finally came down to earth, she lay sprawled across his chest, her head tucked under his chin. Spent and utterly sated, he held her close. “Wow,” he said. “That was even better than I remembered.”
She raised her head and smiled at him with lips pink from the deep kisses they’d shared. “It was pretty amazing.”
Keeping his arm around her, he rolled her to his side. After a while her breathing evened out, signaling she’d fallen asleep.
Feeling tender and protective, he pulled the covers up over her shoulders. Mumbling, she burrowed closer.
He felt unbelievable. Great. Complete. And unnerved. He didn’t want these emotions, couldn’t take the risk of caring too much.
She could leave him, and as with most everyone else he’d ever cared about, probably would. That scared him even more than his overpowering feelings for her.
As he started to untangle his limbs from hers, his groin accidentally brushed against her hand. Not asleep after all, she stroked him. And bam, he was hard again. He slid his palm over her bottom, then between her legs. Her breath caught in the aroused little sound he’d come to anticipate.
They began to make love again, and for a long time he didn’t have a single coherent thought.