15. Alana
ALANA
" A lana." My name on his lips comes out as a low purr that sends my very core humming.
His gaze flicks to my lips. He wants to kiss me, but he's holding back. It's not surprising. The last time we were in this position, I told him I wanted to be friends.
But is that still the case?
His masculine scent surrounds me as his hot breath caresses my cheek. The reasons why we shouldn't do this become blurred.
I inch closer toward him so my lips brush against his. He closes his eyes, and a low growl comes out of his throat.
"You have to make sure you want this."
I press my lips to his, silencing him, then pull away quickly.
"Don't make me think about this, Amos." If it think too much, I might stop, and right now all I want to feel are his lips on mine.
He swallows hard and puts his beer down on the kitchen counter.
His hand comes around the back of my head and catches my hair in his hands. And then his mouth is on mine and his lips tease mine open.
I sigh softly at the feel of his lips on me and his body pressed against mine as our hips collide. A new sensation shoots up my body, one I haven't felt in a long time. It's been too long since a man kissed me. And longer still since I felt the desire that's now coursing through my veins.
Amos brings his other hand around to catch my hips and pulls me toward him.
I bump up against his hardness, and the sensation makes me gasp as all my nerve endings come alive. I shudder against him.
"Amos." My voice is needy.
I should stop. I should pull away. But I'm too caught up in my need for him.
His lips roam my neck as he kisses every soft part of my exposed skin. My body melts against him, and sensing my need he holds me tighter. Muscular arms close around me, propping me up.
"I've got you, Alana," he whispers in my ear.
Our bodies are pressed together, and my heart is beating so loudly in my chest he must feel it.
Our bodies connect at our lips, our chests, our hips. My thigh slides over his and he clasps the underside of it in his hand, causing tongues of heat to lash my body from every point of contact. It floods my brain, taking over my thoughts and burying any remaining doubts.
I give in to the sensation of my body against his. To my overwhelming desire. Amos's lips move down my throat, and I tilt my head to give him access. His other hand slides down my back until he's grasping both my hips in his hands.
I bring my hands up to run over his hard chest, and my fingertips tingle at the sensation.
Every part of my body is alive as I lose myself in the sensation of his warm lips kissing my neck, his hands caressing my body, my fingertips trailing down his chest, and the glorious feeling of my core rubbing against his hardness.
He slides his hand around my leg and trails it up my inner thigh. Suddenly, my leggings feel very flimsy.
"Is this what you want?" he whispers into my ear as his hand trails lightly over the apex of my thigh.
One finger caresses the place between my legs, which is now hot and damp and needy.
"Yes," I breathe. "Don't ask me, Amos. I don't want to think about it. I just want to feel."
"How does this feel, Alana?"
He moves his palm to cup my mound. It's so intense I jerk on his hand, thrusting my hips forward and letting out a moan. My nipples peak, and his other hand slides to my chest. One-handed, he undoes the top button of my blouse and slides his rough hand under my bra.
My back arches as he tugs on my nipple with one hand while the other hand caresses my aching pussy.
"Fuck...that's too much." I regret my words as he pulls his hand away.
My eyes flutter open. "No... don't stop."
"Yes, ma'am."
His fingertips slide under the top of my leggings and under the top of my panties.
I try to speak, but my words come out in a breathless muddle. It's been a long time since I was touched intimately, and the sensation is too much.
"You don't need to speak, Alana. Just feel," he whispers in my ear, echoing my own words.
His hand slides deeper into my panties until his bare fingers come into contact with my core. I writhe against him, unable to control my body. As his palm slides downward, my hips slide forward.
I need his touch. I need release. I don't even know what I need—I just know I need more of what he's giving me.
His hand slides out of my bra and tugs on my blouse. A button pops off and pings onto the floor before rolling somewhere. I'm beyond caring, especially when his mouth closes on my breast.
"Fuck, Amos."
He tugs my nipple between his teeth, and a wave of heat shoots through my chest to meet the heat between my legs. My entire body is on fire, and I don't know how much more I can stand.
My hands grip his arms and I thrust my hips forward, needing more of everything he's giving me. The pressure is building like a volcano inside of me.
And then I explode. I shatter against his palm as waves of heat and pleasure radiate through me. My back arches and I cry out as the intense orgasm destroys me. I grab onto his shoulders for support so my body doesn't give way.
I float down from the high, only for his movements to start again. Slow and languid, hitting just the right spot. It doesn't take long for me to lose control a second time. And then again until my body feels like jelly and I can't stand anymore.
I crumple against his solid chest, exhausted. His heart races beneath his chest, and I lean back as my hand slides to his belt buckle.
Buzz buzz buzz
My phone buzzes from my purse discarded on the floor. The harsh noise crashing me back to reality.
"What's the time?" I lunge for my purse and the persistent ring of my phone.
Amos checks his watch. "Five fifteen."
"Shit." I was supposed to pick up Kyra at five.
I dig out my phone and swear again when I see it's the mother to the girl Kyra's on a playdate with.
"I'm so sorry..." I wonder if she can hear the breathlessness in my voice. Surely she can hear my heartbeat thumping in my chest. She must be able to tell from my voice what I've been up to.
"I'm just checking in. Did we say five? I've got to go pick the boys up soon. I can drop Kyra off at home on the way."
"Yes, I'm so sorry. I got caught up..." I glance at the empty shopping bags discarded on the kitchen counter. "The grocery shopping took longer than expected." I wince at the lie. "I'm on my way now."
I hate that I let myself get carried away, and I've let Kyra down. I can't look at Amos as I slide my leggings up my thighs and put my bra back together. There's nothing to be done about the missing button on my blouse.
"I'm sorry. I've got to go."
He refastens the buckle of his belt and shifts the hard mound under his jeans.
"It's fine, Alana. Go do what you need to do."
It's not fine though. I let myself get carried away. I got caught up in the moment with Amos, and now I've let my little girl down.
I grab a cardigan out of my purse and throw it on, pulling it tight over my chest to hide the missing button. My cheeks are flushed, and I must smell like someone who's just had three orgasms.
Amos walks me to the door. "I'd like to do that again sometime."
I keep my attention on my purse as I dig my car keys out.
I don't reply. I can't even look at him as I leave. I let myself get carried away with a man. But I can't let it happen again.