They could talk about that later. With a sigh, she snuggled closer. “You give great hugs.”
He made a sound of pure male pleasure. “You’re easy to hug.”
For a few delicious moments neither of them moved. Lana’s heart pounded. Sly shifted closer and her whole body began to hum.
He tipped up her chin with his big, warm hand. “Hey, Lana?”
“What?”
His thumb traced her bottom lip. The silver flecks in his eyes seemed to recede, making his eyes bluer and darker.
“This.” He kissed her.
Forgetting that he’d vowed to keep his distance from Lana and half waiting for her to stop him, Sly brushed his mouth lightly against hers. She surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. One kiss became another and another. She tasted of popcorn and soda and woman.
That was his last coherent thought. Already hard, he sank to the carpet again and brought her with him onto his lap. Her soft behind pressed against his erection. She wriggled closer—heaven and hell. On the verge of losing control, he gripped her hips and forced her to be still. “Easy,” he warned.
She nipped his lower lip, licked it and shimmied her tongue around his mouth. His tenuous grasp on self-control frayed and snapped. Keeping his mouth fused with hers, he undid the tiny buttons on her blouse, almost ripping them off in his haste.
Lana made the impatient noises he remembered from their night together, little breathy sounds, urging him to hurry and driving him wild.
Finally, she pushed his hands away and finished the job herself. Her blouse fell open. Her gaze locked on him as she slipped out of it.
With hands that trembled, he traced the pink lace edging her bra. Her nipples stiffened, and he hadn’t even touched her breasts yet. She was so responsive, the most passionate woman he’d ever met. He unfastened the bra and removed it. Her breasts were full and heavy and her skin flushed witharousal. Her skin was soft and warm and she smelled sweet and tempting, a mixture of lavender perfume and her own woman scent. His fingers slid to her nipples.
She inhaled sharply. It wasn’t an aroused sound, but a painful gasp.
Instantly, he pulled back. “I’m hurting you.”
She shook her head. “My breasts are a little tender, but they get this way before my period.”
“Should I stop?”
Instead of answering, she shook her head again, silently covered his hands with hers and guided them to where they’d been.
With a groan, he kissed her again and again, until he was desperate to touch her.
Mindful of her sensitivity, he slowly and lightly drew his fingers across her nipples. “Is this okay?”
“Very okay.” Her eyes closed, and she arched into his touch.
“I want you,” he growled, yanking at the buttons on his own shirt. He shed it and gently pushed Lana onto the rug on her back. Half lying on top of her, he ran his tongue over each nipple, until she was writhing and moaning with desire.
Eager to heighten the pleasure, he slid his palm down her smooth stomach toward the button on her jeans.
Abruptly, she tensed and pulled her mouth from his. “Please stop.”
What the...? Confused and breathing hard, he sat up. Lana joined him, modestly crossing her arms over the breasts he’d just caressed and loved with his mouth. When seconds ago, she’d acted as if she couldn’t get enough and desperately wanted more.
Giving his head a mental shake, Sly retrieved her blouse and bra and handed them to her. “What happened here?”
Ignoring the bra, she put on her shirt and buttoned it. It wasn’t see-through, but knowing she was braless under there did nothing to calm him down.
“What we were doing—it isn’t what I want,” she said.
“Could have fooled me.” He picked up his shirt and shrugged into it.
“It wasn’t my intention to be a tease, Sly, but when I’m with you...” She frowned down at her blouse—the buttons were askew—and rebuttoned it. “I can’t help myself.”
