He invited you, Lana. Relax.
Smiling to herself, Lana climbed on top of the quilt and stretched out. Yes, Brody had invited her, had promised the grand tour. Very soon, she was going to have sex for the first time.
Inhaling, Lana let Brody’s aura into her lungs, her body. The quilt smelled like him, a mixture of soap and salt. She recalled his touch on her breast earlier tonight, and her nipples beaded inside her bra, making her shift restlessly where she lay. Her panties, damp already from that balcony interlude, flooded with renewed arousal. Lord, when Brody got here she was going to combust the second he touched her.
When was he going to get here anyway?
Grappling with her evening purse, Lana found her mobile and checked the time. A few minutes past midnight. That wasn’t so late. He probably felt he should wait around until Drew’s parents left the wedding. Why, she didn’t know but she wasn’t going to get worked up about it. So he wasn’t rushing here to be with her. He had invited her. Surely he wouldn’t have forgotten.
Fear’s icy fingers unfurled in her stomach. What if he’d changed his mind?
No, Lana. Don’t be defeatist. Closing her eyes, she ran the memory of earlier tonight through her mind, like making a scene selection on her favorite DVD. She recalled the feel of his hands on her, his mouth possessing hers, so hungry it had seemed like he was starving for her. His body had been hot and strong as it pressed her against the wall. She’d felt something hard jutting against her and had suspected it was an erection. He’d later confirmed that.
She’d made him hard. He’d be here.
Her thoughts had longing mounting to uncontrollable proportions inside her. When she slipped her hand beneath the hem of her dress, the act was almost involuntary. The lace of her underwear was sodden where it rested against her swollen flesh. Pressing the heel of her hand to her mound relieved the building ache a little, not nearly enough. Lifting her hips, Lana slid the panties down her legs and off.
Her clitoris was so sensitive. When she touched a finger to it, it hummed like it was electrified. Lana moaned helplessly, circling the knot of flesh over and over again with her middle finger. How many times had she done this to herself while picturing Brody Nash with her mind’s eye? How often had she uttered his name in a whisper as she took herself to the brink, wishing it was his hand moving on her? His fingers slipping inside her?
Inner walls clutching at the penetration, Lana fingered herself with practiced strokes while she thumbed her clit. Surrounded by Brody’s masculine scent and the promise of what was soon to take place, climax came swiftly. Gasping his name as she had on so many previous occasions, she rode the waves to the shore, where she lay thrilled and spent on the sand. Ecstatically alive but as alone as a shipwrecked castaway.
But not for long, not this time. Keeping her eyes closed she felt herself drifting, sure that Brody would be here any minute.
Something made her wake with a start. Lana’s heart pounded in her chest, her ears straining until she heard a metallic sound—the yacht’s rigging rattling in a strong breeze that hadn’t been evident before. Moonlight still bathed the cabin in pale light, but time had passed. How long had she been asleep?
Intent on finding her purse, Lana sat up. It was then she saw the shadowy figure sitting on the end of the bed. Instinct made her open her mouth to scream but a large, rough hand clamped over it.
“It’s okay. It’s me.”
Fear dissipated but her heart rate remained erratic when Lana recognized Brody’s voice. After a moment he dropped his hand. “I keep spooking you. I don’t mean to.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost two. I thought you’d be gone.”
Lana’s neck prickled, embarrassed heat rising through her. He’d deliberately waited, assuming she would give up and go home. “Oh my God. I’m so stupid. I thought you meant it, but—Oh God. I’ll go.” I’ll go away and die of humiliation.
Planting a hand on the mattress either side of her, he stopped her from leaving. “I meant it.”
With his face so close to hers, Lana smelled the rum on his breath. “Is that why you spent the last few hours drinking and waiting so late you thought I’d have left?”
“I was trying to do the right thing. You shouldn’t have come.”
Annoyance sparked to life. “You asked me to.”
His touch was soft on her cheek as his eyes roamed over her face. “I know, but Drew reminded me we’re supposed to be working together.”
“So? I can handle going to bed with someone I work with.”
He scowled. “Really?”
Lana realized she’d made it sound like a habit she’d acquired. Not wanting to follow that conversational path, she decided instead to concentrate on him. On the fact that he was here, that he hadn’t moved away as a man who wanted her to leave might have.
The moonlight filtering in through the hatch in the ceiling of the cabin bathed him in cerulean light. He’d removed his bow tie and jacket, and the crisp white of his dress shirt took on a fluorescent appearance. Lana’s gaze drifted downward to examine the V of skin revealed by the two buttons he’d undone, and her mouth dried out. Lana reached out and toyed with the shirt. She felt the heat of his flesh through the soft fabric and knew hers must be as hot to the touch.
His breath caught sharply when she released the next button, his shock mirrored by the way her heart slammed against her ribs. Even as the audacity of her own actions stunned her, Lana slid her fingers down and worked on the next button until it too was free of its hole.
Her question was barely audible. “Do you want me to leave?”
She was terrified he’d say yes, but he said nothing at all as she slowly, methodically released every last fastening. When she was done the material hung open to reveal a strip of his chest—toned flesh covered in fine dark hair. She’d never seen him with his shirt off before, and he looked better than she’d ever imagined.
Reaching out, she touched her fingers to all that hard-packed muscle. He was so strong, so solid. Touching him alone made the wetness between her thighs increase, made her true feelings slip out. “Wow. You’re so sexy.”
“Hell, Lana.” His voice was raspy, making Lana aware her actions had impacted him. “You make it impossible for a man to kick you out of bed.”
“Are you trying to?”
“Yes.” He encircled her wrist with his fingers, stilling the wandering exploration of her hand. Glancing up, she met his gaze. His dark chocolate eyes shone in the dim light, their depths reflecting the battle going on inside him. Tense lines bracketed his mouth, and his heart beat a rapid tattoo against her palm. “You should get out of here while you still have the chance.”
Lana shook her head, never tearing her eyes from his. “I’ve used up all my chances tonight. If you want me to leave, you might have to carry me out.”
He snaked an arm around her back and grasped her thigh with his other hand. For a moment Lana was sure he was going to do exactly as she’d suggested. Mortification ripped through her. That would be a great look, being hauled down the wharf and unceremoniously dumped in the parking lot.
Perhaps it was his intention to get rid of her, but the instant he pulled her forward and their chests meshed together, he stilled. The action had brought their faces close, and Lana watched as the fight in his eyes turned to surrender. His grip on her thigh tightened and he drew her leg snugly around his hip. Then he made a guttural sound and leaned forward to capture her lips with his.
He devoured her mouth like a man starved. Lana tried to keep up, to give as good as she got, but the sensuous thrust of his tongue, the tantalizing scrape of his teeth overwhelmed her so all she was capable of was a primal response. Where he led, she followed. When he touched—her face, her hair, her breasts—she offered herself outright. What he demanded, she let him take.
His movements were hurried as he pulled her arms out of the straps of her dress. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do this all night
?” His move had exposed her bra, and he brushed his fingers over the lace. “Pink. You’re such a cute little surprise package.”
With a deft flick of his fingers her bra disappeared. Instinctively, Lana crossed her arms over her chest. She’d tried not to think about the part of this plan of hers that involved Brody seeing her naked. “It was padded.” From the astounded look on his face, she deduced he was wondering how her cleavage could have been so misleading. “I can eat whatever I want and I never seem to put on weight. Other women hate me for it but I always wished I had more…” She glanced down at herself. “Well, more of everything.”
Something in his eyes softened, and his smile reassured her. His touch became gentle as he uncrossed her arms and set them away from her body. Lana tried not to squirm as he looked at her. “You’re gorgeous,” he uttered.
Lana released a nervous laugh, which died in her throat when Brody dipped his head and nuzzled her breasts. His breath was hot on her flesh, the slight rasp of his chin an erotic sensation. When he took her nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, she cried out at the shock of exquisiteness. All the times she’d imagined what this would be like hadn’t prepared her for the wonderful whirlpool of pleasure that spun inside her. “Oh, I can’t believe how good that feels.”
“You’re unbelievable. Taste like honey. God, Lana.” She fell back on the bed as he moved over her, his touch growing more urgent as it skimmed down her side and tugged off her dress. He slid his hand over her hip and into the valley between her thighs. When he encountered her exposed folds, a groan spilled out of him and his teeth grazed her throat. “No panties. Jesus.”
Lana’s hips jolted from the mattress when he ran his finger over her clit. She clutched his shoulders and whimpered, tugging at his dress shirt. “Off. Take this off.”
With jerky movements, Brody stripped away the shirt and discarded it, falling on her once again to feast on her breasts.
Sensation burned inside her, heat mounting, spiraling from the inside out. His mouth on her flesh was incredible, the untamed desperation of his kisses exhilarating. Her hands moved to his waistband, a blatant urging that he had no trouble interpreting. He yanked down his zipper and pushed his pants down his legs.
He reached above her head to open a hideaway cabinet and rifle through it. Lana took the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity, slipping her hands down his hair-roughened chest and flat stomach until she came up against something rigid and hot. And big. She curled her fingers around it and her heart thundered. He was larger, thicker and more unyielding than she’d ever expected.
“You okay?”
Returning her gaze to his face she saw a sardonic smile curving his lips. Was he beginning to realize how inexperienced she was? She schooled herself to smile, hoping she would appear worldly and eager, instead of daunted by his potential to hurt her. “Never been better.”
He moved his hips a little, the action causing his hard length to tunnel through her cupped hand. His skin was so smooth and sleek, the strain of his flesh so strongly masculine that Lana’s feminine muscles quivered in anticipation, anxiety fleeing for the moment. Experimentally, she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, fascinated by the slight protrusion of veins running along the front of it. The tip of his penis was smooth and round, dampened by a drop of shiny, translucent liquid. Collecting some with her index finger, Lana brought it to her mouth and tasted him.
“Fuck. Lana, Christ, I need to…” He ran his hand up her thigh and dipped a finger into her moist center. “Tell me you can come while I’m inside you, because I don’t want to wait.”
Lana had no idea, but she doubted it, under the circumstances. She supposed now might be a good time to enlighten Brody of that particular situation, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t be happy to hear he was breaking new territory. It was close to dark, he was half-drunk. If she could keep it together he might never know. Lana would much prefer he never knew. “Maybe. Let’s try.”
She watched in fascination as he rose to his knees and rolled on the condom he’d retrieved, the sheen of latex making his cock seem bigger somehow. Her heart jumped nervously, but she told herself to calm down. Women did this all the time. She was so wet he’d probably slide in easily anyway. She hoped.
He lowered his body, aligning it above hers. His heat was overwhelming. The slow, purposeful way he parted her thighs and settled his pelvis between them made her hold her breath in mounting anticipation. He probed her wet entrance. She felt the shift in her muscles and it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Lana moaned in pleasure and relief. This was going to be fine. Not going to hurt at all.
Her breath hitched when he pushed a little farther into her, spreading her flesh apart. “God, Lana, you’re tight.”
His comment made panic jolt inside her. Need he point it out? It felt as though he could barely fit into her, like her body was resisting him. Why, when she wanted him so much? Would he stop if he figured out the extent of her inexperience?
She couldn’t let that happen. Grasping his hips, she clung to him, keeping him inside. “Now,” she said. Perhaps it would be better to get this part over with quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. “I want you now.”
Heat radiated from the spot where their bodies fused. He advanced again and her muscles clenched as though in protest. Pain sparked inside her and Lana was shocked at its intensity. God, how much farther did he have to go?
Framing her face with his hands Brody stared down at her. Astonishment and suspicion gathered in his expression. “Lana, tell me you’re not a—”
“Don’t stop,” she interrupted him. Digging her fingernails into his lower back she arched her hips, inviting more of his thick rod into her. “Do it, please.” She wanted him, had always wanted him to be her first. She had to see this through. Tilting her hips higher she wrapped her legs around his and felt the action propel him forward. He entered her completely with a throaty groan.
Lana bit her lip to stifle the exclamation that tried to burst from her mouth as her flesh gave way with an explosion of sensations. Sharp pain followed by a hot, thrumming ache. The way he stretched her was so alien that her breath came in rapid pants as she struggled to adjust to the incursion of his body into hers.
“Lana.” Her name sounded low and dangerous on his tongue. She resisted the urge to hide from the accusation in his gaze, wanting to be strong in that at least, if she couldn’t do this without giving away the shock and hurt of it. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me this was your first time?”
Ignoring the question, she said again, “Don’t stop. I want more.”
The lines of his face turned implacable. Lana felt the imminence of his retreat and tightened her hold on him, digging her fingernails into the taut muscles of his backside and arching beneath him so he went deeper. He squeezed his eyes shut before burying his face against her collarbone, a tremor rippling through his chest. She shifted her pelvis against his. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
“For me,” he said roughly, his voice muffled against her throat. “Not for you.”
“It’s getting better.”
Brody propped his weight on his elbows and looked down at her, stern remonstrance marking his features. “You shouldn’t have done this. Not with me.”
She’d never had a choice about that—he was the only one she’d ever wanted. “It’s done already.” Lana touched the uncompromising lines of his face, memorizing the feel of his cheek beneath her hand because she sensed she might never get to touch him like this again. “I want to finish it.”
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