Suddenly she didn’t care. Saint or no saint, she wanted him, needed him to slake her lust, just once, and then he would be out of her system and she could walk away.
“Are you ready for me?” he rasped, lifting her again, his hands tight on her ass. He didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, he brushed the head of his cock over her clit, shooting her right to the edge in a heartbeat. Her legs tightened around him and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Oh God. Don’t tease,” she breathed. “I can’t wait anymore.”
James eased his thick shaft between her folds, filling her, stretching her, but slowly, too slowly. She moaned and levered herself down, taking him inch by hard, thick inch, until he was completely inside her.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Take all of me.” He pulled back and eased inside her again, the slide of his hot, heavy cock almost exquisitely painful against her swollen tissue.
He slid out again and, without warning, he gripped her hips and hammered into her, finally making good on his promise. When she keened against his shoulder, he slid his hand between them and brushed his finger over her clit. Lana gasped. Too much sensation. Her body coiled tighter and tighter. James thrust harder and deeper. Finally, everything inside her exploded outward in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure.
James pumped up and down as her orgasm rippled through her. His hands tightened around her waist, his body stiffened, and then he came with a low, guttural groan, his cock pulsing in time to the last waves of her climax.
As they came down from the ride, he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. For a long moment neither of them moved, breathing as one, their hearts drumming together. Finally, he kissed her gently and pulled out, then carried her to bed before going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Lana lay back and stared at the ceiling, sated, dazed and discontent. Confused. She felt the bed dip as James climbed up beside her, and immediately pushed herself up, desperate for a moment alone to calm the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions swirling through her head.
“I’m just going to wash up.” She was halfway to the washroom before she remembered he’d used a condom.
I’m not a saint. His words taunted her. He had no regrets about leaving her. He’d probably just hopped out of her bed and into another.
She slammed the bathroom door and leaned against the sink, staring into the mirror as regret chased the last remnants of arousal from her body.
What had she done?
It had taken so long to get over him, so many tears to mend her shattered heart. And now, here she was, back with the one man who had hurt her the most. Her earlier uncaring bravado now seemed foolish to the extreme. She couldn’t separate the emotional from the physical. She couldn’t just have sex and walk away. She’d done that with Levi and it had almost killed her. If she let James in and he hurt her again, she would never recover.
She scrubbed her hand over her face. It had to end now…before she got hurt again. They’d had their fun. Now she had a job to do, and so did he.
The door opened, as she knew it would. Part of his attraction had been his sixth sense about her emotional disquiet, even if she wasn’t in the room.
She watched him in the mirror as he stood behind her, his eyes searching, his brow furrowed. He’d put on his jeans, but his chest was bare and sported four painful-looking red scrapes from her fingernails.
Eyes still on hers, James trailed his hand along her spine, stopping at the mark in the center of her lower back. Although it looked like an ordinary tattoo, it was anything but. Lucky for her he didn’t know what it really was.
“James…please. You know I don’t like to be touched there.”
He knelt down behind her and pressed a kiss to the stylized interlocking black S and W. Lana’s stomach heaved and bile rose in her throat. She turned away, pressing the disgusting mark against the sink. Once she got her pictures to Angel and collected her fee, she would be rid of it forever.
Rising to his feet, James stroked a finger along her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Unable to wade through her confusion, incapable of vocalizing her disquiet, she sucked in her lips and looked away.
He cupped her jaw and turned her face. “Babe? Talk to me.”
“I have to get going,” she said hoarsely. She covered his hand with her own and drew it away from her cheek. “I have to work in the morning. This was…fun, but now it’s over.”
“Not to me.”
“No?” she asked bitterly. “With all the women you’ve fucked since you left me, I’m surprised. I thought I’d just be another notch on your unsaintly belt and you’d be impatient to move on.”