CHAPTER TWO
Lana stood frozen against the bathroom door while the words still echoed in her ears. He had just told her to let him help her finish properly.
His knees pressed into the marble floor as he knelt right in front of her. The amber nightlight painted golden stripes across his broad shoulders and made the silver in his hair glow like moonlight.
She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Her jeans and panties already hung around her ankles because he had tugged them down in one smooth motion.
Cool air rushed between her thighs and reminded her how wet she still was. He looked up at her with those steel-gray eyes and waited for permission she had never planned to give.
When she stayed silent, he took it as consent.
His large hands slid up the backs of her thighs and spread h
