“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Lana,” I warned against her lips. “I’d walk away if I were you.”
Her spine straightened.
“That sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Talking.” I groaned into her mouth. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
“We are,” I replied, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. “We’re talkin’ with our bodies.”
She wanted to have sex with me. I broke our kiss and stared up at her, trying to see in her eyes if this was really what she wanted. I wanted to see a glimpse of doubt, something that told me she was confused, but all I saw my lust and hunger for me.
“I want you so much,” I breathed. “God knows I’ve dreamed of touching you, kissing you, tasting you.”
Alannah’s body trembled.
“What will ye’ do to me if I let ye’ touch me?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. “I need to hear it.”
“I’d kiss you. Nice and slow until my lips are all you know. My hands would explore every inch of you until you only knew my touch. I’d love you so good, the feel of me would be imbedded into you for life. I’d make your body mine.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, I want that.”
So do I.
My resolve snapped as I pulled her against me and covered her mouth with mine. I hooked my hands around the back of her thighs and picked her up in one swift motion. Alannah latched her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips.
“I love how tall ye’ are,” she moaned. “It makes me feel tiny.”
“You are tiny,” I said, pushing her dress up with one hand so I could palm her behind.
I touched my lips to hers once more, moulding them together as my tongue slid inside in a kiss so ravenous it caused Alannah’s spine to arch, and her skin to flush with heat. My thoughts were scattered with every thrust and slide of her tongue, licking against my own. The kiss was so consuming I didn’t know where I ended and Alannah began.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she blurted against my lips. “And I love your hair. It’s so feckin’ pretty and soft. What conditioner d’ye use? Actually, never mind. I love your face. My God, do I love your face. Your dimples are stunnin’.”
She was nervous and saying the first things that popped into her head, and it made me laugh. I moved my lips down to her jawline, then to her neck where I feathered kisses over her fair skin.
“Ye’ wouldn’t believe the things I’ve dreamed of doin’ to ye’ and you doin’ to me.”
My cock jumped as I imagined all the possible scenarios she imagined. I scraped my teeth over her flesh, and it caused Alannah’s back to suddenly arch, which pushed her breasts against me. My hands flexed around her ass.
“Why don’t you tell me in detail what you’ve dreamed of us doing?” I grunted. “I need to hear that.”
“Ye’ used your m-mouth on me,” she stammered. “And when I thought that would kill me, ye’ added your fingers and used them both to make me scream.”
I lightly bit her neck, encouraging her to continue.
“Your tongue.” She hummed. “You’d lick, and suck, and taste me all over until I was putty in your hands.”
I turned and dislodged her arms and legs from around me as I pushed her from my body and onto the mattress with a bounce. I rid myself of my shirt with one tug, and Alannah watched me with wide eyes.
“You’re perfect,” she said, staring up at him. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She stared at me like I was something to behold, but if she only knew how beautiful she was, inside and out, she would know that if anyone should be in awe, it was me. She was a treasure, something to protect and take care of.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Lana.
“Perfect?” I repeated as he gripped the hem of her dress and pushed it up to her waist. “No, baby, that’d be you.”
Without another word, I gripped the top of her dress, pulled the straps down her shoulders, and tugged the material down until her bare breasts were free. She didn’t have a bra on, and I groaned in appreciation as my eyes feasted on her perky breasts and pale pink nipples.
“You’re stunning, Lana.”
I slid my hands up her thighs, skimmed her stomach, and flattened them over her breasts. I cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze before I ran my thumbs over the hardened, sensitive pink tips. The small action drew a slight moan from Alannah, her breathing was starting to become laboured and her body rolled slightly from side to side. I locked down between her legs, and when I saw her panties, my brows raised.
“Lace?”
“I like pretty u-underwear.”
“So do I.” I looked up at her, bare before me. “Christ, I’ll never get this image of you out of my head.”