Chapter 5
Curling tighter into her ball, Lana whimpered.
“What is it?” Roman whispered again, his hand soft as he stroked down her arm. “Talk to me, Lana.”
Instead, she took a deep breath, curling her upper lip to move the air molecules into her nose and over her half-shifted Jacobsen’s organ in the roof of her mouth. This flehmen response was a clear shifter move, but it was the only way she could think of to truly sense his intentions. Maybe he wouldn’t notice it in the midst of her distress.
Everything about his scent was honest, real. And right now, she needed that more than anything.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her voice came out hoarse. Raw. Needy. And she didn’t care. Her hands went to his belt. She fumbled a bit, but got it undone, unzipping him and running her hand over his cock through his briefs.
He held himself perfectly still long enough to ask, “Are you sure?”
“God, yes. Please.”
The hard length of him jumped in her hand at her words, and her clit began to throb. She grabbed his briefs as she slid his pants down over his hips, and then shoved them down to about his knees, letting him take it from there.
She was still clothed from the waist down, but she sat up, pushing him back and swinging one leg over him, sitting on his lap and riding him. I want to feel his cock between my legs and against me, even through clothes.
She pressed her breasts against his hard chest, crushing her nipples against his skin and sliding them up and down, the crisp hairs of his chest rubbing them into harder, tighter little peaks.
Then she slipped her hand between them, feeling him growing harder, too. The tip of his cock pushed against her inner thigh, and the aching center of her being grew hot. Dropping her mouth down onto his in a long, hot kiss, she stood up without breaking that connection. She moved her hands to her own garments, undoing her pants and sliding them down with her panties. Kicking them away from her, she finally ended the kiss, standing completely naked in front of him.
“I want you,” she said, her eyes now open, the kiss briefly over.
He smells like a tiger. Like home. The thought sent a damp heat rushing to her pussy. “Now,” she begged huskily.
Everything about this is probably a bad idea, but Lana couldn’t be bothered to care. He is so hot and I have to have him.
Without breaking eye contact, Roman stood up. She was about to ask what was wrong, but then she realized he was getting up to slide off his pants and remove his shoes. For the first time, she was able to admire him completely. Everything about him took her breath away.
He was chiseled from stone, pure perfection—even the missing limb and accompanying scars stretching out across chest and his opposite shoulder. The scars were thick, ropy, framed by his bulging muscles. They told a story of pain written on his skin—but also a tale of overcoming whatever had left that agony inscribed in his flesh.
And that had to be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen on a man. With a thick sigh, she held one hand and whispered, “Come to me.”
He stepped toward her and she carefully pushed him back until he sat back down on the couch. She knelt over him, one knee on either side, hovering almost out of reach of his jutting cock, sliding back and forth across the head and letting their wetness mingle, allowing his tip to brush against her clit until she was ready to cry out with frustration, teasing herself almost as much as him.
With a muttered curse, Roman grasped one of her hips and pulled it toward him. Wrapping both her arms around his neck, she offered one hard nipple to him to suck—and as soon as he grasped it with his mouth, she slipped down atop him, letting him slide into the hot, wet slickness of her. His gasp pulled in cold air around her breast, and the shudder it sent through her made his hand clutch her hip convulsively.
For an instant, she considered a condom. But she wasn’t fertile—she was sure of it. And she knew tiger-shifters couldn’t contract diseases, even if her human cover wouldn’t have that information.
No. I don’t want anything to come between us.
Roman was enormous. He pushed slowly against her, into her, in the light movements of a man who had learned to go carefully with the women he made love to.
As wonderful as his tenderness felt inside her, Lana couldn’t bear to either close her eyes and simply allow him to pleasure her, or to allow him to set such a gentle pace.
A human pace.
“You’re wonderful,” she said to him, her palm on his cheek.
“You feel amazing, Lana,” he told her. “I love being inside of you.”
“I love you being inside of me.” But I want more. She began rocking back and forth, harder, faster.
With a noise low in his throat, Roman kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her nipples.
Bite them, damn it.
As if he’d read her mind, as he instantly bit down firmly but gently on her nipple, sending chills through her breasts, the back of her neck, her lower back, and her clit. With a whimper, she pushed her chest into his face, pulling his torso forward so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
With a single thrust and a grunt, he finally buried himself in her to the hilt, and she dropped her head back, letting the rhythm sweep through her.
Roman took over, moving against her urgently, lustfully, but steadily. Her legs squeezed around him as the pleasure built, waves of heat sliding through her, rubbing across her clit with increasing sparks until she was certain she was about to wash away. His strong legs and hips rocked her as his arm wrapped around her like a steel band, holding them together until she wished he’d never stop. Fuck me forever.
His movements intensified, their lovemaking becoming more urgent. Tiny cries of pleasure escaped from her throat and mouth, the only thing she could hear other than the harsh rasp of Roman’s breath in her ear as she wrapped herself around him.
With a single motion, Roman stood and flipped her onto her back on the couch so he could thrust even harder. Practically pounding into her now, his cock was like satin-covered steel, rubbing against her delicate walls and swelling larger and larger, continuing to build even as she expected him to come at any moment.
Lana’s orgasm took her by surprise in a way she’d never experienced before—it had come out of nowhere, spiraling through her with the force of a hurricane, pleasure swelling and then breaking over her, washing across her in a throbbing flood. She was outright screaming now, her fingers digging into Roman’s ass as she tried to pull him even deeper into her, as if by doing so she could bring him over the edge with her.
“I want you to come,” she found herself repeating almost incoherently. “Please come inside me.”
With a jerk, Roman’s arm holding him up above her almost gave out as he shoved into her one final time, his chest crushed against hers by the weight of him on her. His cock expanded and thickened at a tremendous rate, stretching her inner walls so far that she gasped, the two of them crying out together in triumph and ecstasy as he poured into her, the heat of him all but searing them together.
For a long moment, he remained inside her, and Lana found herself drifting in the afterglow as she ran her fingertips up and down his back.
Lana feels her head swim.
Uh-oh. Between the alcohol and the sex, I’m about to crash. I can’t keep this up.
“Roman, sugar?” The endearment that had worried her so much in the restaurant now fell easily from her lips.
“Yes?” His voice was sleepy, too.
“Do you think you could carry me into the bedroom?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Lana was wide awake. Oh, fuck. He’s only got one arm, you idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“You read my mind.” Carefully sliding out of her, he stood next to the couch and pulled her up with his arm.
In a motion as swift as the one he used to flip her over on the couch, Roman stooped down, a shoulder pressed against her torso, and reached around her, grasping her firmly.
Then he stood up straight, her body draped over his shoulder. She watched the floor of her apartment and his bare ass as he carried her to the bedroom.
Whoa. Note to self: be careful what you ask for. You just might get it.