might take more than once.”
Chapter 18
Sarah watched Lane’s finger trace the curves of her body, moving up over her belly, between her breasts, and over her throat. When it lit on her lips she opened them and sucked it inside, gazing brazenly into his eyes while she swirled her tongue up and down and around.
God, she was naked in the back of his truck, giving him a pretty obvious prelude to a skill she’d actually never performed. She’d had an old boyfriend who always wanted her to use her mouth, but it seemed dirty somehow with him and she’d never done it, distracting him by offering the rest of her body. He’d been perfectly happy to settle for straight sex, and she’d been perfectly happy to endure it.
But the thought of doing something different with Lane made her salivate. Salivate, for God’s sake. She’d never drooled over a man before.
He pulled his finger from her mouth and moved it down to her breasts, tracing a wet trail around each nipple. A faint night breeze and the thought of what might happen later had raised them both into aching, pleading pebbles. His lips followed his finger and he licked, sucked, and swirled, squeezing her breasts together to make the tips even more full and sensitive.
She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it off, his lips never leaving her breast. Tugging at his belt, she struggled with the zipper to his jeans and finally slipped two fingers into the waistband, gasping when she felt the bead of liquid swelling at the tip of him.
“Sarah.” He’d been on his hands and knees, bending over her, but now he reared up and fumbled at his jeans with shaking hands, finally managing to pull down the zipper and strip them off.
He was wearing briefs. Brief briefs, the briefest imaginable. Most guys looked ridiculous in tight underwear, but Lane looked like a pinup, especially since he was so ready for her that the tip of his cock had slipped past the waistband. He stood to shed the jeans and she rose to her knees, tugging the fabric down to set him free and running her palm up the length of him before she closed her hand around him and stroked. Once, twice, and then he pulled her hand away and grabbed for his jeans, fishing in the pocket and finally pulling out a condom.
Tearing the packet open, he slipped it on quickly, then fell to his hands and knees and pushed her down with him, straddling her and looking into her eyes. His eyes were intense, focusing on her with the rapacity of a predator, and his biceps bulged as he bent to kiss her.
It was a kiss that changed everything. She wasn’t Sarah Landon anymore; she was barely human. She was a tight bundle of nerves and sensation that had no thoughts beyond giving herself to this man so she could take what she needed. Stripping off the Speedo or whatever the hell it was, she slid down the hay bale until she was sprawled beneath him and he was poised at her entrance, a breath away from sliding inside her.
His face was inches away from hers, their noses and lips almost touching. He closed his eyes.
“I can wait,” he said. “I can wait and make it last.”
“Don’t,” she said. “I don’t want to wait.” She reached down and put her hands on his hips, pulling him into her, and he slid inside and she confirmed what she’d discovered the night before: He fit her. He was made for her. He filled her like a missing piece.
***
Lane closed his eyes and gave himself up to the sensation. Sarah was rippling beneath him like water, moving with an unexpected grace. She wasn’t the stiff little professional anymore, that was for sure. She’d pulled down all her barriers and let him in.
And tonight she looked him in the eyes without being asked. He felt that joining of minds again, a union that went way beyond the physical act. Tenderness swept over him in a wave, and gratitude for the generosity of her trust.
He moved slowly, holding his breath, watching her face to gauge her reaction. He was watching and waiting and testing and thinking, but she had completely given herself up to feeling. Her brows tensed for a moment, dipping downward. That little crease between them appeared and he thought he’d hurt her, but she grabbed his hips and pulled him into her.
“More,” she said. “More.