“Yeah. Thanks. I think i t’s stuck.” She turned back to the gate, reached up again and demonstrated. Her breasts rose up, bringing the t ee shirt even further up her torso.
Ethan stood behind her in agony. Between her hair and her skin and her sweet fragrance, he felt his self-control start to slither away. One step forward, one measly little step, and he could easily put his arms around her waist and meld their body heat together.
Ethan stepped forward but kept his hands at his sides. Before he had the chance to reach up for the gate, she leaned back against him. Her bottom pressed against the front of his j eans and he sucked in a breath.
His entire body stiffened as her warmth seep ed through his thin shirt. Her body was so soft against hi s.
Ethan reached up and removed the clip from her hair and h er long locks cascaded down her back in shiny waves. She flipped her hair over her shoulder just like he’d seen her do a million times in the store. Except this time, he was close enough to smell her shampoo. Apples. Juicy, crisp, green apples.
He ran his fingers through the silky strands and she made a sound of pleasure in her throat.
“You were watching me today, ” she said breathlessly.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her delicious scent. “Yes,” he said into her hair.
“I liked it.”
He smiled to himself and swept her hair to the side, revealing the smooth skin of her neck. Gently, with a restrain he didn’t know he had, he kissed the sensitive skin below her ear.
Lana sighed. The contrast of the cool air inside the mall with his warm breath on her neck made her shiver.
He pressed his lips lower down her neck and when he came to her shoulder, he pulled her shirt away and nipped at the sensitive skin there.
She moaned, pushed back against his hard chest and wiggled her butt against his zipper. “Come on, ” she said and pulled him into the store.
Ethan easily pulled down the security gate behind them, because it was never stuck in the first place, and followed her inside.
Chapter Six
Lana grabbed Ethan’s hand and led him into the dressing room. She barely stepped inside before he had her pinned up against the wall. His mouth crushed down on hers, punishing her for the long day of torture.
It was a hungry kiss. It was greedy and demanding and full of all the pent — up longing he’d endured because of her.
Lana parted her lips and he swept his tongue inside. He caressed h er tongue with h is own, driving h er into a frenzy of need. She ran her hands up under his shirt and scraped her nails over his hardened nipples.
He growled like a wild animal and ripped his shirt off over his head. Her fingers were already at the waist of his jeans, popping the button free and pushing down the zipper. The jeans slid down to bunch at his ankles and he kicked them off along with his shoes. He gasped when she ran her hand over his length through the thin fabric of his boxer s.
Wasting no time, Lana tugged at the elastic waistband and his cock sprang free. He was long and hard and she licked her lips at the sight of him. She sank to her knees and looked up at him with hooded eyes. He whimpered as s he curled her fingers around the base and slid him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the shaft, she slid forward until the tip bumped the back of her throat. She slid back and started all over again, moving her lips along his skin.
Ethan’s body clenched tight, the tension building deep in his muscles. He grabbed a handful of her hair and w ith the willpower of a saint, pulled out of the wet, warmth of her mouth and yanked her up.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
Lana pulled her shirt over her head and there it was. The red bra she’d taken into the dressing room earlier. It was identical to the one she had put on the mannequin but it looked a hell of a lot hotter on her.
Slowly, s he unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper. A smile spread across her lips and he fisted his hands at his sides. She was drawing out every movement on purpose just to torture him.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited. She shrugged, turned around and p eeled off her jeans with a shimmy and a shake of her voluptuous ass.
Sweet Jesus, s he was wearing the matching thong, too. Ethan gulped and he found himself kneeling down to have a closer look. He leaned forward and p ress ed a kiss to the triangle of fabric sitting right above her ass crack. He exhaled and his hot breath caressed between her l egs.
She squirmed and he stood back up, turned her toward him and kissed her. They explored each other’s mouths and sucked and nipped each other’s lips.
Ethan reached down and slid his palm over her mound, pushed the scrap of material aside and plunged two fingers in side her. Just like he’d hoped, she was already wet for him and more than ready to welcome his cock inside.
Lana gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
“When you changed into these earlier, did you touch yourself?” he bit out.
She pulled back and searched his face but didn’t answer.
He shoved his fingers deeper and she cried out. She was tight and, oh, so wet. “Did you?”
“ N-n o.” Her voice caught, but he knew she was telling the truth.
Slowly, he slid his fingers in and out, the friction building up the orgasm lurking inside her.
“Did you pi n ch your nipples and think of me?” he asked gruffly.
“ No. I thought of you, but I didn’t touch myself. I promise.”
“Good, ” he said, sounding pleased.
He pulled out his fingers and slapped her on the ass. “That was for flirting with those other men today.”
Lana let out a squeal of delight and he swatted the other cheek. “And that was for your little mannequin striptease.”
She clung to him and giggled, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “I thought you might appreciate that.”
“Damn it. You had me so hard today it hurt.”
“Good,” she said smugly and patted his cheek. “Here’s your reward.” Lana turned around, bent over and planted her legs wide apart.
Ethan smoothed his hands over her now rosy cheeks, spread them apart and slid his cock deep into her heat. Her muscles closed around him like a fist and he shuddered. Grabbing her by the hips, he pumped inside her one, two, three times. He eased out slowly and paused to catch his breath.
Lana moaned and pushed back against him, burying him to the hilt. He pulled out, she pushed back and he watched as his cock disappeared into her again.
Ethan reached around, found her clit and gently stroked the sensitive nub. She put her hand over his and guided him with just the right amount of pressure.
Her pussy squeezed tightly around hi s sex. When he finally lost control and gave into his need, he knew she would milk him for all he was worth. His balls tightened up close to his body and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“Wait,” he grunted and stilled his hips. Just as fast as he’d entered her, he pulled out again and spun her around to face him. His cock bobbed between them, glisten ing with their juices.
Taking her from behind was sensational, but seeing those beautiful tits in his face while he slammed into her would be even better.
S he whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. Before she could protest, he shoved her up against the wall.
“I want to see your face when I come inside you.”
He yanked down the bra’s lacy cups and her breasts spilled out. He bent down and gave them equal attention, sucking one nipple to a hard point and then the other until they were both shiny with his saliva.
Ethan cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles in place. He slid into her opening and Lana’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her eyes flew open and she smiled at him.
He smiled back and continued pumping into her with quick, deep strokes. Their bodies slapped together inside and out.