Page 58 of Abducted

Her blue eyes burned with desire. She sucked on him, her tongue moving in gentle strokes over the rough skin of his finger. His dick throbbed, lying only inches away from the cleft between her legs. His skin sizzled with each lazy movement of her mouth, and her teeth nipped him as she settled herself closer to him.

“We never finished.” Her voice was deep and husky. A rosy pink tinted her chest and cheeks. She was so damn beautiful and sexy that he lay paralyzed beneath her.

“You’re upset—”

She nestled her crotch over him, and all words left his mouth. His brain turned to mush as his hands found the luscious curve of her ass. Her fingers closed around him as she guided him to her, sinking her body down. Her wetness surrounded him as she pressed deep. Her hands pressed into his chest, her eyes closed on a moan.

Feeling her, the wet, gentle cushion on his cock, was heaven. She was heaven. He groaned and moved her over him. Her breasts jiggled gently, her nipples pink and tight. He drank in the sight of her, her creamy skin and narrow waist, the soft and slight flare of her hips. Her sex, joined with his.

She moved steadily, her pleasure building with his. She drew him tighter, crushing him inside her as a moan shook her. He throbbed, and his body coiled tightly. A gasp broke in his throat. He held her breasts in his hands, his fingers gliding over her pebble-hard nipples, gently pinching as her orgasm rose. He hung on for the ride as her movements increased, her release frantic against him.

Needing to take over, to bring her over the edge, he grasped her waist and rolled her beneath him. Her legs locked around his hips as she gripped him. He ground deep inside her, holding his release at bay until her orgasm shook her. He pulled out on a slow stroke, and then drove deep, filling her. She cried out, her body jerking hard, begging for more. His release came next, a desperate need pulsating through him as he moved inside her, the friction taking him over the cusp until every muscle was ready to snap. He let go, falling into an oblivion of pleasure as he went limp over the top of her.

Cal woke hours later, stretched out on his side with Lana’s face nestled into his chest. Her breath came out evenly, her lips lightly swollen, her cheeks pink and warm from his body heat.

Sonofabitch.

He’d slept with her without a condom. Being able to feel her softness and drown in her wetness was something he didn’t regret. He hoped to hell she was on birth control or something. He was never careless with sex. But this was Lana, and everything had been different with her from the beginning. He was in it for the long run, whatever that meant.

He tiptoed to the bathroom and cleaned up, then pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. He grabbed his cell phone off the dresser and looked at the time: 4 a.m.

He’d slept longer than he had in months, and surely Lana needed more rest. His mind was already moving, planning his next step. He would talk to Nate before deciding if he would approach Tanner, but every instinct told him he needed to. Nate would be at his office today, so Cal would wait to call him until later. Ethan, he would call in an hour.

He made coffee, let Rufus out, gave him one of the dog cookies Nate had left him, and filled his dishes with food and water. He hadn’t worked out in almost a week, and the lack of soreness in his muscles annoyed him. The cabin lacked the gym he had at home, but he kept weights and a skipping rope here. He had time for a light workout and then to make breakfast before Lana woke.

Slamming back his coffee, he made his way to the back of the cabin. One of the first things he’d done upon purchasing the place was to put on an addition. The thing that had attracted him most had been the lot size and view. He’d put in floor-to-ceiling windows, which gave the room the feel of a four-season porch. He closed the sliding door tightly, and turned some music on the sound system. It was still pitch-black out. He liked to get up early, and waiting for the sunrise was always a nice way to start the day. But today, for the first time, the bright reflection and inability to see through the window unnerved him.

This shit had to end. Today. He wasn’t afraid, not exactly. But having someone to look after was new to him. That constant threat gnawed at the back of his mind. He hated being away from her at all, and leaving her side knowing someone wanted to kill her made his blood churn. They were safe here. But he wouldn’t be at ease until this was over.

An hour later,drenched in sweat, he dropped the dumbbell. Man, it felt good to tear muscles. A lot of frustration had built up over the last week, some of which he’d released with Lana. The mind-numbing, muscle-burning workout had savaged the rest. He wiped the rivulets of sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt and entered the house.

“Morning,” Lana sang sweetly from the kitchen. Her hair was secured in a high ponytail at the crown of her head, and her dark locks tangled down her back. She wore one of his T-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh, and her legs were bare and her nipples visible through the thin gray material.

The aroma of pancakes and coffee wafted to his nose. His stomach growled. She flitted around the small kitchen and set two glasses of juice at the island. His heart pounded against his chest from the intense workout, and the near-glimpse of Lana’s ass as she leaned forward to scratch Rufus’s head.

He caught her around the waist, drawing her back against his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her delicate flesh.

“Morning, sexy. You’re up early.”

She turned in his arms, her eyes shining with delight as she pressed her lips to his. She pulled away sharply and patted his chest. “Mmm-hmm. There wasn’t much food in the fridge, so pancakes will have to do. You’re all sweaty. Did you have a good workout?”

He slid into one of the chairs as she set a plate down in front of him. “This is perfect, thanks. It was great. I was hoping you would have slept longer, though. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

She filled her plate, then took the chair next to him. “Not at all. I slept like a rock.” She dipped her head. A shy smile spread across her face, as she took a bite of her breakfast.

“Glad to hear. Anytime you require assistance, you let me know.”

She laughed and crossed her legs on the chair. He couldn’t resist dropping his hand to feel the smooth skin of her sexy thigh. If she kept this up, he’d have to take her on the kitchen counter. That image danced across his mind. Definitely something to remember for later.

“Likewise.” She winked at him and took a bite of her pancakes. “What’s the plan for today?”

He finished chewing. “I have somewhere I need to go later, but nothing planned for this morning.”

“Where are you going?”

He smiled. “I can’t tell you.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. He didn’t relent. It was something he needed to do, something for her. He couldn’t guarantee everything would end today and that the people behind her planned death would be held accountable, but he could damn well appease for it. The guilt over her family was something he had been stupid to ignore. Lana was sweet and sensitive, and something of that magnitude had surely weighed heavily on her slight shoulders. She’d hidden it well from him. Today, he would make up for the pain he’d seen in her eyes. Ethan would be more than happy to come by while he went out.

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