Recklessly by A.J. Sand Read Free Book Online

hair. She smelled of peach shampoo, but also the inebriating way women smelled that made him imagine tasting them instead. He drew his hands down her arms, his fingertips soaking up the heat her skin emitted, and then he traced the shape of her torso until his palms were on her hips again. Lana speared her fingers through his hair and closed her fist around the strands. From above, he caught a glimpse of her face—eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and completely lost in the music.
    R.E.M. and Van Morrison played next, and then Radiohead, her penultimate selection she promised, when they were facing one another again. They held each other differently this time, more intimately. Her elbows were resting on his shoulders with her curved arms around his neck, and her face nuzzling right at the base. And when Al Green started playing, the last of her songs, he could no longer ignore the urge to drop his mouth to the crook of her neck; though, he disregarded how badly he wanted to let his tongue drift along the curves of her shoulder and collarbone. Until he felt her fingers pressing into his back and then the tiniest movement of her head, allowing him more access.
    He swept her hair to her other shoulder, and Lana’s low moan was all the more encouragement he needed. Wes planted his lips deep into her skin and traveled up to just below her ear. He tapped soft kisses at the spot, listening to the rate of her breaths increase as she pushed his face against her. Neither of them paused to see if they were drawing the crowd’s attention, but Wes already knew he leaned toward exhibitionism, but he was surprised at how carefree she was about being in the middle of a room doing this. He was surprised…and completely turned on.
    Cradling her face, her dark locks quickly ensnared his fingers, and her hands climbed his back beneath his shirt, the touch electrifying his skin. Lana released staggered whimpers when Wes’ mouth touched hers, and she responded with a harder press of her lips when his tongue snaked between them. She mirrored every flick of his tongue, movement of his mouth and sharp intake of breath.
    The more of her mouth he tasted, the intensity of how much more of her he wanted to savor grew. With a hand to the small of her back, Wes mashed her chest to his and killed the tiny space still left between them as her nails sank just slightly into the base of his spine. When she slid her palm to the front of his torso, he groaned and she held her hand where his abs contracted. He severed the kiss only to take hold of her waist and guide her backward until they were in a darkened corner of the bar. With her back on the wall, Lana stepped onto the front of his shoes on her tiptoes, and he narrowed his eyes as he pressed himself against her.
    “Girl, do you know what I had to do to get these one-of-a-kind, custom Nikes?”
    She shrugged. “Did it involve that …?” Her gaze shifted to the sliver of darkness between their bodies.
    “What?” Then he smiled when he realized their hips were touching. And his perpetual erection tonight was drilling right into her pelvis. “Oh.” He kept his grin so she would know he wasn’t embarrassed that she could feel him. “I use it for other things. Things I like a lot more than shoes…”
    “You know…a guy as cocky as you, is usually overcompensating for something…” Lana slid her lip out from between her teeth. She ran her thumb just south of his bellybutton, and the area below his belt warmed beneath the surface of his skin.
    “Maybe…” Wes leaned in, getting close to her ear. “…But that ain’t it…”
    Deeper interest struck her features in the silence, but she pulled him back to the dance floor, even though someone else was now commanding the jukebox. They danced for a few more songs until her phone beeped and then she pressed out a quick text.
    “Damn. I didn’t realize how late it was…” she said with a frown as she took a glance at her cell. “I guess