Page 36 of Under Ground

“Just enough for what?”

I lean in, our faces inches apart. “Enough to make you very happy.”

“I’m already happy,” she whispers.

She squeals when I scoop her into my arms. “Extra happy. Happier than you’ve ever been in your life. Screamingly happy.”

Lana laughs. “Is that even a word?”

“It is now. Your bedroom is down the end of the hall, yes?”

She buries her face in my neck. “That’s right.”

I carry her to the end of the hallway and into her room. It’s not a large room, but it has a queen-size bed which will do just fine.

“Alex,” she whispers. “Close the door.”

I lower her gently onto the mattress and turn back to close the door. As I return to the bed, she watches me—anticipation all over her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I approach, and I tug my T-shirt over my head and lie down onto the bed beside her.

“We go as fast as you’re comfortable with, okay? Tell me if you want to stop.”

She nods, then runs a hand down my chest.

I grab her hand and press a kiss to her fingertips. After reaching for the hem of her shirt, I pull it up while she sits up to make it easier.

While I drop her shirt to the floor, she unclips her bra and lies back down.

Her breasts are small, but enough to fill my hands, and her nipples spring to life as I stroke one and then the other, marvelling in her body.

“Alex.”

I smile as her blush extends from her cheeks all the way to her collarbone. “Lana.”

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s embarrassing.” She laughs softly.

“You’re just so beautiful.”

Her eyelashes flutter. I doubt she’s used to compliments, but I’m not about to stop.

I unbutton her jeans. Her eyes follow every move I make, and I meet her gaze as I slide the zip down. She raises her hips so I can get her out of them, leaving her in just her panties.

“I want to see you,” she whispers.

Slipping off the bed, I drop my jeans to the floor, followed by my boxers. She sucks in a breath. Touching her has left me hard as a rock.

“Alex,” she whispers.

I love that. I love my name on her lips. Now I want to hear her call it out as I give her all the pleasure I can. I plan on taking my angel to heaven.

Slipping back into bed beside her, I stroke her thighs with one hand while flicking my tongue over a nipple. Her body tenses.

“It’s okay, Lana. Just relax.”

She laughs softly. “It’s been a while.”

“I know. I won’t hurt you.”

Her brows knit. “I wouldn’t let you in here if I thought you would.”

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