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It feels good. Not awkward or wrong or uncomfortable. It feels so good.
The kiss is hungry, almost as though we’ve both been starved for too long. I realize we’re moving too quickly, but I don’t give a damn. I give less of a damn when he lifts me and places me on top of the table beside the door, pushing himself between my legs as he devours me.
His hands move up and down my sides, back into my hair, then back down again. It’s like he can’t touch me everywhere at once, even though he wants to. But he’s also sticking to safe zones instead of groping me, despite my state of undress.
It makes me want him even more.
I tug at the front of his shirt and wind his tie around my other hand, pulling him as close as possible. He makes some strained sound before grinding into the vee of my thighs, driving me that much crazier.
“We should slow down,” he says against my lips.
“We really should,” I agree, still kissing him and pulling him impossibly closer.
“Where’s your room?” he asks, trying and failing to break the kiss.
“Down the hall and to the right.”
He lifts me and starts walking, bypassing the stairs to the part of the house he definitely can’t see. My legs stay wrapped around him as I try not to think of how dangerous this could be.
I never expected him to just show up without warning, and there’s an entire murder room upstairs just waiting to be discovered.
Mentally, I do a quick worry list over the things he might find in the bedroom, and realize most everything has already been put away. As long as he doesn’t accidentally turn on the monitoring system in my living room, we should be good.
My back crashes against the wall when he stumbles, and my thoughts flee as the kiss grows more aggressive. Too many times I’ve tried to feel this passion and never felt an ounce of the fire as what’s burning between us.
My fingers skate down the front of his shirt until I rip it open, fully opening it and pushing it out of the way as a few buttons skitter across the floor, running with their newfound freedom. Firm skin finds my fingertips, and I moan against his lips when he shudders against me like he feels all the flames I do.
We’ll burn good together.
His tongue demands more attention from mine, and I kiss with abandon like I never have before. My hands slide up and tangle in his hair, angling his head so I can devour him properly.
He grunts and pushes away from the wall, walking quickly again.
“Your other right,” I say when he starts walking into my guest room on the left where Jake stays when he comes to visit.
He changes course and continues to move quickly. I hear the fan humming in my room as we walk in, and anticipation buds in my core, ready to be released.
He drops me to the bed in a flurry of motion that surprises me, and I prop up on my elbows, taking in the sight of him as he finishes stripping his ruined shirt off. All tan, lean muscle and smooth skin.
A twinge of dread unfurls within me. The scars on my body aren’t all hidden. My face was easier to fix than the rest of me.
“Too fast?” he asks, apparently misreading the reason for my hesitation to join him in the getting-naked routine.
“No,” I say, forcing my thoughts to blank.
The past can’t continue to rule me, and I’m supposed to be beyond the worry of what people will think when they see the scars.
He looks hesitant now.
“Lana, I shouldn’t have barged in and came at you like a savage. But…” His eyes dip to where my thighs are spread wide, nothing but the thin panties hiding the goods from him. He swallows audibly before meeting my gaze again. “We can slow down. I promise this isn’t why I showed up.”
A slow smile curves my lips. He’s pretty amazing when he’s trying to be a good guy.
Climbing up to my knees, I crawl toward him, and his pupils dilate. He’s turned on, which doesn’t take profiling skills to figure out.
Slowly, I move toward him, and he remains completely still. When I reach him, I lean forward and flick my tongue against the firm flesh on his abs. A quiet sound escapes him, and that seems to snap that small thread of control.
His hand goes to my hair, and with a hard tug, he forces my head back as he lowers his face and finds my lips again. It’s rough and hungry, and completely different from anything I thought I’d ever want.
