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 overher 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.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Much later,after enjoying the best sex of his life twice, Sly lay on his back with one arm under his head and the other around Lana.
It was going to take a while to recover. Then she kissed his rib cage with her soft, warm lips. As spent as he was, his body stirred and he wanted her all over again.
God help him, he couldn’t get enough of her and didn’t think he ever would. While he debated how to deal with that, she propped herself on her elbows.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she said, staring at him as if he were something special.
“We have great chemistry.”
“It’s more than that. When we make love, you’re so considerate and caring.”
“Are you saying your previous lovers weren’t—not even your ex?”
“Let’s just say Brent was more into his own satisfaction than mine.”
Sly didn’t understand guys like that. “He didn’t deserve you. You were right to divorce him.”
“He divorced me,” she corrected in the straightforward way he admired. “I was hurt and it took me a while to move on. But I can’t say I’m sorry about what happened. Because if Brent and I had stayed together—” She planted a sweet kiss on Sly’s chest. “—I wouldn’t be here now with you.”
It was about as close to a declaration of love as she could get without saying the words. He wasn’t ready for that, but she knew the score. She kissed his rib cage, then his belly. His mind blanked.
He was tasting his way down her body when her stomach growled. Loudly.
