Page 37 of Under Ground

“Good.” I raise my hand to run my index finger down her cheek. “Now let me touch you.”

She lets out a contented sigh as I brush my fingertips down her body and between her legs. Parting them a little, I slide a finger into her. She lets out a tiny gasp.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since we met,” I whisper. “I know we had other distractions that day, but you were … are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She cups my cheek. “You sweet talker.”

“And now you’re mine.” I slide my finger back out of her and over her clit. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth.

She rocks against my finger, and I slow, letting her do whatever she needs to get off. I claim her mouth with mine, my tongue in rhythm with my finger.

“Alex. Alex, please.” She pants, and I take in her needy expression.

Lana deserves the very best of me.

And I’ll be damned if I’m holding back.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” I whisper.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to come?”

“I … I …” Her eyelids seem heavy as she fights against closing them.

“Just let it happen, angel. Just relax into me.”

She grips my arm, closes her eyes, and lets out a long breath. And then there’s a moment where it feels like nothing’s happening. My fingers work her clit. Her body tenses.

Lana lets out a moan, and shudders beneath my hand. Her fingernails bite into my skin and I watch, entranced as she bites her bottom lip, eyes still closed.

I ease up the pressure, and her eyelids flicker open.

“Was that …?”

‘Don’t tell me you’ve never come before.”

Her expression’s so blank it stabs me inside. I already disliked Gareth without knowing him because of the way he’d treated her. Now it makes me even more angry to realise he really did put himself first.

“I thought I had.” Her cheeks are flushed, and I don’t even know if it’s from exertion or embarrassment. “But that was nothing like …”

“Did you enjoy it?”

She gets this faraway look in her eyes, and I don’t need her to answer.

“Yes. Oh yes.” Lana shoots a glance sideways. “There are condoms in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet.”

“You know I’m not finished yet—not by a long shot.”

Her lips twitch into a smile. “I’m ready.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

She parts her legs, and I move between them. Lana’s probably the first woman I’ve been with who doesn’t shave or wax, but that light blonde hair is barely there, and it suits her.

“Alex?” Her voice quivers.

I lean over.

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