“I’m drowning in you, angel, and I like it,” Lance murmured against her lips. “You are so hot...”
She cried at his words, her fingers clenching convulsively around his.
“Lance, please!”
“You’re so tight, so wet…” he insisted. “You're sweeter than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. So right for my body.”
He started to withdraw, and she whimpered, arching up against him, following the retreat of his hips with hers, eager to keep him inside her. Lance laughed, a rough, husky sound, as he closed his hands around the sleek curve of her hips, holding her still as he pulled out, surging back into her with one long, slow stroke.
Beneath him, Annalise groaned, sinking her teeth into her lip, her head moving back and forth on the pillow, long strands of brown hair flying around her head. The r
