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And I’m surprised to feel the wetness he brushes away. “No,” I sniffle. Then I giggle as I let my arms fall to my sides. “I’m just…That means a lot to me. That you made sure you could come home safe.”
Relief makes his shoulders sag, and he smiles softly. “Good. For a moment, I thought I might have blown my chances when Ishouldhave killed that Italian bastard.”
That makes me laugh, and I rock onto my tiptoes as I press my palms to his broad, muscular chest. “No, you definitely did the right thing,” I murmur, and I tip my chin up to kiss him once again.
He hums appreciation, his arms enfolding me, one hand cradling the back of my head as he leans into the embrace.
And because I think we’ve taken enough chances for one evening, I slowly step back, extricating myself from his arms. Then I grasp his hand and lead him down the hall toward our bedrooms.
His eyes light with a different kind of warmth as he follows me, and my stomach clenches giddily at the thought of rewarding him for taking such good care to protect my heart.
We only have a few more hours before the house will start to wake. And no doubt, Killian will be coming to bang downLance’s door as soon as he’s done sleeping. So I want to take advantage of every moment we have left.
Guiding Lance into my room, I take one last quick glance up and down the hall before closing my door. Then I stalk slowly toward the masculine behemoth who I want nothing more than to satisfy tonight.
“What?” he asks, his lips quirking into a smile as his eyes meet mine.
“I want to reward you for being so considerate tonight,” I say, and reaching up, I pull the tie out of my hair, letting my curls fall around my shoulders in what I hope is a seductive gesture.
Lance’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and his eyes roam deliciously down my body before flicking back to my eyes. “You’re not too tired? You’ve been up all night.”
“So have you,” I point out, stopping right in front of him and hooking my fingers around his belt. “Do you just want to go to sleep?” I murmur, looking up at him through my lashes.
“Not a chance,” he growls, and his fingers tangle in my hair as he covers my lips in a scintillating kiss.
My breath catches at the unexpected enthusiasm, and my clit throbs with anticipation. But I won’t let him take control tonight—to play my body like an instrument and make me sing like a harp. This time, I’m going to be in charge. And I want to make it about his pleasure.
So I work his belt open and slowly drag it through the loops before dropping the heavy leather to the floor. Lance hums his approval, his tongue exploring my mouth as he lets me undress him. And my skin warms at the bold sense of daring that floods my veins.
Working his pants open, I reach inside the dark fabric to grasp his hard length.
Lance groans, his lips stilling, his body tensing as his cock twitches against my palm. And when I give two slow strokes, he lets his forehead fall onto my shoulder.
“Damn, woman, that feels so good.”
I give an amused hum, relishing the way he responds to my touch—just as ensnared by mine as I am by his. “I bet it will feel even better when you come on my tongue,” I whisper.
The agonized groan that leaves his lips melts my insides, and I bite my lip, suddenly intensely aroused by the fact that he would like to come in my mouth.
“You want me to come on your tongue?” he rasps, making my stomach quiver.
“And then again inside me,” I qualify seductively.
Lance clenches his teeth until the tendons in his jaw stand out against his skin. His nose flares, and his eyes ignite with dark promise that says I don’t know what I’ve just gotten myself into. But whatever it is, I’m sure I’m going to like it.
Slowly lowering onto my knees before him, I hold Lance’s gaze as I untie his boots. There’s something intensely erotic about undressing him. Of having him watch while I do it. It feels like an act of giving even though he’s perfectly capable of undressing himself.
But as he steps out of his boots, and I hook my fingers around the waist of his pants, I soak up every moment. And as I strip him of the heavy fabric, I watch him grasp the hem of his henley and pull it up over his shoulders and head.
All at once, his beautiful, muscular, tattooed body is on full display. His abs ripple and flex, his lats standing out prominently from his ribs as his arms move above his head.
I love the intricate designs in his ink. The black swirls look almost Hawaiian in nature, but the colorful collage of animals in between have become familiar friends over the past few weeks ofour intimate relationship. And every time I see them, I associate them with an ungodly, incomparable pleasure.
A slow smirk spreads across Lance’s face as he catches me ogling him, and his thick cock twitches toward my mouth, vying for my attention. “See something you like?” he teases.
“Yeah,” I breathe, grasping the base of his shaft and relishing the groan he makes. “All of it.” Then I wrap my lips around his cock and slide it all the way into my mouth until his mushroom tip hits my throat.
“Fffuu…” Lance groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he leans forward to brace one palm against the door behind me.