“Shit,” he whispered when he watched her haul open the door to the Compound.
“Shit,” he repeated when the door closed behind her.
He kept his eyes on the door and he did this a while.
That woman, that crazy-gorgeous woman, was right now in his room.
“Shit,” he whispered yet again right before he made his way to the door.
* * *
Hopper broke contact with Lanie’s hooded eyes, eyes that were a fuckuva lot sexier since he’d just come inside her and he did it hard and he did it long and he shoved his face in her neck.
All he could smell was her. All he could feel was her warm, soft body under his—one of her legs wrapped around the back of his thigh, the other one cocked high, her thigh pressed to his side but her calf swung in, her heel resting in the small of his back. Her arms were tight around him, one at his shoulders, one angled, resting along his spine. Last, he could feel his cock buried in her unbelievably tight, wet cunt.
He didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was that she’d never had kids. Maybe it was because it had been so long since she’d had a man. Whatever it was, her pussy was close to virgin it was so tight. Luckily, it was also sleek. Luckier, it tasted like goddamned honey.
He’d been right when they were talking outside.
This was about to get complicated.
Her head moved and he felt her lips at his ear even as he heard her soft, tentative words. “Was that all right?”
Hop closed his eyes even as his hips reflexively pressed into hers and he gently fisted the hand he had buried in her hair.
She was worried she was out of practice. She was worried it wasn’t good for him. And considering the fact that, if she was out of practice, when she got into the swing of things, she’d be off-the-charts, her worry was both cute and sweet and, like everything else about her, it did a number on him.
Yes, things were going to get complicated.
He opened his eyes, moved his head so his lips were at her ear, and murmured, “Lady, I don’t fake it. Not only because I can’t but because, even if I could, I wouldn’t.”
All her limbs convulsed around him even as her cunt did the same and, Jesus, God, it felt seriously fucking good.
Then it got better when her body started moving under him and he heard her husky, low chuckle in his ear.
He lifted his head in an effort to watch her face in laughter through the dark. Once she got back to Denver and Tyra got her hands on her, Lanie laughed a lot. He liked watching her laugh. It was always, every time he saw it, a good show.
It was better now because he could feel it. Even though he couldn’t see much, the little he saw was still pure beauty.
He liked her smell. He liked her feel. He liked the sound of her low laughter. He liked her uncertainty. He liked how hard she made him come. And he liked how hard she came for him, her pussy tightening around his cock, her long limbs wound around his body holding on, her soft pants and moans sweet to his ear and, best of all, the look on her beautiful face when he gave it to her.
Totally fucking complicated.
He waited until she stopped laughing before he slid his hand out of her hair to her jaw and then rubbed the pad of his thumb across her lips while he asked, “How you feelin’?”
“Uh… good,” she answered, her words meant to be an obvious understatement, her lips moving against his thumb tilting up even as she spoke.
“Good enough for another go?” he asked, his thumb pressing in, pulling at her unbelievably full lower lip, and he felt her shift under him.
He knew what that shift meant even before her voice came at him, breathy, “Another go?”
He replaced his thumb with his lips. “Yeah, another go.”
“So soon?” She sounded disbelieving.
“You’re gonna have to work me up, lady, but… yeah. Soon as you’re ready, my mouth wants more of that pussy.”
She wanted that, too. He knew it because her body trembled under his.
“Yeah, I’m, um… good for another go,” she told him, her sweet voice still breathy.
“Then don’t move.” He pressed his lips to hers before he lifted his head. “Gotta hit the can and I’ll be back.”
“I won’t move,” she whispered.
She better not. If she did, he’d find her and haul her back. He didn’t care if she beamed her ass to Mars.
He knew it and didn’t give a fuck as he slid out of her, kissed her throat, feeling her skin, smelling her scent, and rolled off her and the bed so he could make his way to the bathroom to get rid of his condom.
When he got back, she hadn’t moved, but seconds later, she did because he moved her.
He parted her legs, swung them over his shoulders and didn’t hesitate a second before he dipped his face into pure honey.