Melt With You (Fated 4)

“Your skin is so soft.” His voice was a ragged whisper against her flesh, rippling through her entire body and she spread her legs wider. “I want you to come for me, Lanie.”

“Okay.” She nodded her head eagerly, feeling like an absolute, foolish wreck. “I can do that.”

He chuckled again, just before he pressed a kiss to her clit. He parted his lips, darted his tongue out and gave it a delicate swipe.

“Oh God.” He was teasing her and she loved it. Absolutely freaking loved it. She thought he would be fast and hard and fucking her senseless by now but this was another thing entirely. Slow, deliberate, taking his time, making her so desperate for release…

It was one of the most amazing sexual experiences she’d ever had. And they weren’t even finished yet.

“Mmm.” He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue searching her folds. His whispered hum vibrated through her, ratcheting the heat swirling within her to a feverish level. She settled her hands on his head, threading her fingers through his soft hair, holding him tight against her.

He didn’t protest. Nope, he seemed to revel in driving her out of her mind.

Adding another finger along with the first, he thrust deep inside, curling them and brushing against her G-spot. A tingle started low in her belly and she lifted her hips, yelping when he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.

“Come, Lanie,” he demanded after he released her clit from his mouth, his voice firm, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit once, twice while he increased his pace with his thick fingers. “I want to watch you fall apart.” She did. She shattered on a keen wail, her entire body stiffening before she collapsed onto the mattress, consumed with uncontrollable shivers. He continued to thrust his fingers, sucking and licking her, driving her orgasm on until she couldn’t stand it anymore and she tried to push him away.

“Too good,” she panted between breaths, “It feels too good. Stop…please.” Lifting his head, he studied her, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes full of smoldering heat. “You really want me to stop?” His shoulders were so broad he obliterated everything else and all she saw was him. Reaching out, she touched his chest, marveling at the strength she felt there, the firm muscles quivering beneath her fingertips as she stroked him. The faintest tangle of dark hair grew in the center of his chest and she touched it. He shivered.

She smiled. “What I really want is you inside me.” Without another word he positioned her, wrapping his big hands around her legs, adjusting her just so. The tip of his cock brushed against the very center of her, and she watched with fascination as he wrapped his fingers around the base and drew it up and down through her folds.

A fresh gush of wetness flowed from her at the delicious sensation. He wa

s one giant tease of a man and oh, God, he did it so very well.

“What are you waiting for?” She sounded as if she was in absolute agony and perhaps she was. The man was clearly a master at driving a woman wild.

“Don’t you like it?” He seemed to speak through gritted teeth.

She moaned when he touched her clit with the tip of his cock. “I like it so much it’s making me insane.”

He pushed inside her slowly, inch by excruciating inch until he completely filled her. He was large, thick and she lay there unmoving, savoring the feeling of him buried inside her.

Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, fighting off the overwhelming emotion that suddenly threatened to wash over her. It was just casual sex. A moment they’d grabbed because they couldn’t fight the intense chemistry that constantly brewed between them.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

So why did it feel like so much more? Why did she feel so connected to this man when she didn’t even know him? It made no sense. She was being foolish.

Totally, completely foolish…

Chapter Five

“You’re glowing.”

Lanie glanced up and found Aimee studying her with narrowed eyes. Cheeks warm, Lanie resumed her perusal of next month’s shift schedule that had just been released. “It’s warm today don’t you think?”

“That’s not the reason you’re glowing, and you know it.” Aimee paused, the air growing heavy between them. “Rumors are spreading that you were with Wes last night.” Mouth dropping open, Lanie stared at her friend. She’d been at work for maybe thirty minutes and already everyone knew her business? “You have got to be kidding me.” Disbelief coursed through her. How could anyone have found out unless Wes himself spread them…

“Ha!” Aimee pointed a finger at her, a knowing smile curling her lips. “Gotcha.” Lanie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I lied. There were no rumors. I had a hunch you ended up going home with him and I was right.” The satisfied expression on Aimee’s face was almost too much. “I can’t believe you. Didn’t we just talk about him? Didn’t you say he wasn’t your type?

Remember that discussion we had? The one where I encouraged you to leave him with his pants around his ankles? I didn’t think you’d actually do him.”

Lanie glanced around and stepped closer to Aimee. “It’s like I couldn’t help myself, Aimee. We have—major chemistry together.” That was the absolute understatement of the year.

“I’m sure.” Aimee shook her head. “If he’s as good in the sack as rumors say, then the chemistry between you two should be off the charts.” Lanie ignored Aimee’s comment. It was downright bitchy, bringing up other women Wes might’ve been involved with and she tried to push past her jealousy. His past didn’t matter. She was living in the here and now. “We also get along really well.” After the first amazing time together, they’d laid in bed talking. Laughing. A casual kiss turned into a long, wet exploration of each other’s mouths, which turned into another extraordinary round of sex that had left them both gasping and exhausted.