feel the open zipper, which had to be why he wasn't grinding. On impulse, I reached back sliding my hand down his abs for the real prize.
"Don't let me lose control?" he begged.
My fingers found his shaft and wrapped around it. "What if I want you to?" Then I pumped him once.
His dick throbbed with approval. "What if I expose you?"
So I avoided the head of his dick, focusing on the thick, hard shaft. But what I said was, "It's not that easy to catch."
"What if I hurt you?" he tried instead.
"Then..." I stroked him again. "... I will tell you to stop. I want you, Lane." I looked back over my shoulder. "And I'm tired of being so careful."
It was like those words released him. "Mine," he growled before biting my neck one last time, but his hands were already lifting my shirt higher.
The moment his teeth let go, he leaned back to pull my shirt over my head. I fumbled with the front of my pants, so his hands went to releasing my bra. He also wasn't careful. There was a newfound intensity to this man, and I liked it. The moment the clasp released, he all but ripped my bra off, forcing a little awkwardness as I got my arms out. Then he grabbed the waistband of my pants. As soon as I had them open, he pushed, stripping my panties down with the motion.
I bent to get my legs free, trying to get rid of shoes, socks, jeans, and panties as quickly as possible. Lane just bent to kiss my back, letting his hands play across my ass. I felt his thumb tease my folds, brushing across them too lightly, and I cursed my last shoe in Spanish as I gave up and peeled it off.
"Take off your pants," I told him.
He chuckled but stepped back to obey. "Yes, Alpha."
Oh, now that was sexy. Having this big, strong man turn obedient at a simple request? No, order. That was what Ian had meant when he'd said to order him around, and I liked it. I also realized just how much power it gave me.
I watched Lane strip, admiring the muscles in every part of his body. His arms were massive. His thighs even had definition. And when he stood back up, I let my eyes drop down his chest, taking in the light coating of hair, following the trail that led down the ridges of his abs, and to the biggest dick I'd ever seen.
A single drop hung on the tip, and I wanted to lick it away, but I knew better. We weren't taking chances, but damn if I wasn't ready to change my mind. I could only imagine how this man would whimper if I wrapped my lips around him. Thankfully, I had a better idea.
"Stop holding back," I told him, putting as much command into it as I could. "You will not break skin, Lane, but for tonight, I want you to stop holding back with me."
He murmured in agreement and one side of his mouth curled. "Yes, Alpha," he agreed, stepping forward.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and once again he kissed me like nothing else mattered. With one hand, I grabbed his arm, feeling his bicep flex against my palm. The other caught the back of his neck, holding him to me. I'd intended to take, to show this man I could handle him, but the feeling of being wrapped in his arms was just too nice.
I leaned a little more, melting into him. His tongue tangled with mine again, but his hands moved, sliding up my body to cup my breasts. Then his thumbs flicked across both peaks. Sparks shot through my body. I moaned, but he drank it in, giving only silence back. Over and over, he toyed with me, teasing my breasts until they ached. And then he pushed me back a step.
"Bed," he told me as he pulled his hands away.
I immediately crawled backwards onto it, but Lane was reaching for my nightstand. He fumbled for a moment then pulled out a foil package. While he opened it, his eyes moved back to me, sliding down my body like a caress. Then he rolled it on.
"Now, I can touch you," he breathed, turning back to the bed.
He barely had a knee on the mattress before I was reaching for him, pulling him up over me. My fingers dug into the muscles of his back, but he needed