“Can you…”
I don’t have to finish. He nods. Undoes his belt, his pants as I strip the tights and underwear from my legs, then guides me closer, pushing at the small of my back until I feel the tip of him slide against my entrance.
I pause, a little unbalanced, and shift my weight so I’m leaning more on my wrists, trying to find the right angle, and when I look at him for confirmation, I see it.
A tear has spilled out of one clear blue eye.
“Lanz?” My heart stutters in my chest. “What’s?—”
“Nothing.” He swipes it away with the heel of his hand. “Nothing. You’re perfect, Gwenna.”
He grips my right hip and tilts me just slightly back, then plunges in so hard and deep that I gasp and he hisses through his teeth. Slowly, he steadies my weight, and then he fills me, rolls his hips in perfect pressure against my clit. I sigh, grind against his rhythm and then whimper—his mouth, his teeth, pulling my nipple taut, then his tongue sweeping warm and wet.
Suddenly, I can’t be far away from him. I flex my legs and pull him closer, to kiss him, to pour myself into him. As I do, his hand slides between us and his fingers find my clit, stroking softly where I’m unbearably swollen, unbearably wet.
“Lanz.” I rip my mouth from his, panting. “I’m?—”
He just pulls me closer, fingers never stilling.
“That’s it, baby,” he says into the curve of my neck. “Come for me. Come hard.”
That’s all it takes. I come apart around him, easy and fluttering and full. He pins my hips down, thrusting up, until he spills into me, groaning a gorgeous masculine sound that sends an aftershock clamping down my body.
We stay there a moment, breathing. At last, Lanz pulls out, steps back, squares his shoulders. Stares at the ground.
“Lanz—”
I wait for him to sayI’m fineorI’m goodor whatever other automatic response he always gives.
But this time, he doesn’t. He just looks up. Stares at me. Eyes soft, like he’s taking me in.
Like he’s memorizing me.
“Yeah?” he says.
I forget what I was going to say. I shake my head.
“Come here.” I hop off the counter, straighten my skirt over my hips, and hold out a hand to him. “Lie down with me.”
“Anyone fuckinghome?”
I sit bolt upright at the sound of the voice. It’s later—hours later, the sun gone down—and I must have fallen asleep. Lanz did—his arm still around my waist, eyelids fluttering.
“Hello?” comes the voice again. Kai’s. There’s something in it—an urgent edge that I don’t like.
“We’re here,” I call back, throat still thick. “Just…hang on a sec.”
I crawl out of Lanz’s arm as he blinks awake and pushes onto an elbow. “What’s going on?”
I shake my head, pulling my tights back on under my skirt. “Don’t know. But it sounds…important.” I bend for my sweater and wriggle it back on, meeting Lanz’s eyes again as the collar clears my face.
For a moment, I just stare.
His skin has warmth to it. His eyes are clearer. He’s beautiful.
“What?” Lanz frowns.
“Nothing. Sorry. Just...you look better.”
