Lila

Her entire body was alight. She wasn't even sure where his warmth ended and hers began. She knew she was bent backwards, arching into him, aching for him to keep going. She had put her hands back to touch him, but at this point she was just fisting his shirt and holding on.

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She blinked once, caught sight of his face, staring at her, open mouthed, like the sun shone out of her—his pupils so big his eyes were almost black. How was he still on the phone when he could do this to her?

"Dane…Dane…" she whispered his name because she didn't have words for what she was feeling. No man had ever made her want like this. No man had ever been able to evoke these kinds of feelings in her. This desperation. This need.

His chest heaved in times with hers and she could feel the wave building.

His fingers moved, strong and steady, slick with her desire for him, and eager—but always, always returning to that perfect spot that made her jerk and twitch.

She couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. With him leaned over her like that, she clapped a hand to his neck, intending to pull him down for a kiss, but then his fingers dipped again. "Dane… oh, please…"

He swore in a strangled voice, then pressed with his thumb.

Lila's entire world turned into a fireworks display. Her body was a wave, and his fingers were the tide.

She gasped as the orgasm hit and his mouth landed on her hers, smothering her cry, his tongue sliding against hers in perfect rhythm with his glorious fingers, wringing every last shudder and spasm from her body.

Then she deflated, boneless and trembling, still clinging to his shirt, but her breath coming in gasps of shock as Dane sat up again, eyes wide. "Yes, yes, I'm still here. Sorry, I think we're having a bad connection."

His eyes were wild and fixed on her. She let one of her hands fall from his chest, down behind her head, to stroke his hardness and he tensed, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the couch. "I'm just working out, like I said. Look, James, maybe we should speak in the morning…No. Right. Okay…" his voice was too high now, Lila had to swallow a giggle.

Still shaking, but coming back to earth, Lila twisted around and crawled into his lap to sit against him and… dear Lord, she was still so sensitive, her body jerked again.

Dane put a hand to her waist, his eyes still wide. She smiled and leaned in slowly. He watched her, his breath coming faster.

She started by sucking on his neck. He started to groan and covered it in a cough. He closed his eyes and let his head drop back again, the veins in his forehead popping, the tendons in his neck standing proud. He was so tense. She would make him relax.

She let her hands trail from his shoulders, down his chest, to his lap where his jeans strained. He tried to grab her hands, to stop her, but he only had one hand because the other held the phone, so she fought him off, grinning, and undid the buckle of his belt, then popped the button on his jeans.

He was so strong, and his body so tense, but as her hands freed him from his clothing and his eyes flew wide again, he cupped her neck with his free hand so gently. His breath came in little pants. He mouthed her name, then the word please, and her heart split wide open at the vulnerability on his face, the need.

Leaning into him, she kissed him, rolling her tongue along his as she stroked in time, just like he done, swallowing his cry as he released in her hand, riding it out with him, until they were both trembling, gasping, sagging against each other.

She dropped her face into the curve between his neck and shoulder as the world righted itself and reality began to return.

Faintly she heard the voice on the other end of the phone. "Dane? Dane? Are you there?"

"Y-yes," he groaned. "But James…it has been a long day. I need you to…finish."

Lila snorted into his neck and he turned his head, kissing her, deep and slow.

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Dane

He urged her to get cleaned up while he was still filtering through what James actually had to add to the picture—which, it turned out, was very little. Though there was one line of inquiry he asked the man to keep pursuing. It was a relief to finally get off that phone all. Thought by the time he jumped in the shower himself, his hands still trembling slightly.

He let the water pour over his head and his body and tried to get himself back under control. But it was hard when the images burned into his mind's eye of her closed eyes, open mouth, her body arched towards him… That was, hands down, the sexiest moment he'd ever had. He was getting hard again just thinking about it. He tried to force himself to stop reliving the look on her face when he'd touched her, the way her body rippled with her desire…

Groaning, because this whole weekend was going to be pure torture if his body didn't calm down, he turned off the shower, dried off and pulled the towel around his waist to walk through to his bedroom. As he stepped into the little hall, Lila was just coming out of the other room and caught sight of him in the towel. She stopped dead, staring at him, her eyes tracing from his face to his chest and down his abdomen.

Dane smiled when her throat bobbed. The temptation was to make a face, or strike a silly pose, something to make light of the moment. But looking at her wide eyes, it reminded him just how much this was all still new for her. He was determined not to brush it off, as if what they'd just done was nothing. So, he stood there, waiting, until her eyes returned to lock with his.

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