Lance: A Hitman Romance (Santa Espera #2) (9 page)

My mouth works for a moment, and finally I speak.

“This isn’t about me,” I say to him. “This session is about you.”

“It’s about both of us,” he says. “Because I saw the way you looked at me the moment you laid eyes on me. But unlucky for you, I don’t get involved with people who are fake.”

“What?” I say. “What are you-”

“You want me, admit it,” he says, leaning towards me in his chair. His eyes burn into mine and inside I feel my heart beating like a drum. But what he’s saying … I can’t …

“No,” I lie to the both of us. “You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” he asks, that smile curling his lips.

“Yes,” I say too quickly. And then, “I think you’d better go.” I stand up, but Lance stands up too, almost at the same time. His eyes remain trained on me, and despite my words neither of us walks toward the door.

“I don’t think you want me to go,” Lance says, and to my shock he takes a step towards me. I know I should move, but I feel frozen in place. He’s so big that even from this distance I feel him looming over me. “I think you want this, Katie, even though it goes against all the rules in the book.”

I’m taking in deep breaths. My heart is pounding. My cheeks are flushed with heat.

“Lance,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, watching him take another step. “I’m going to refer you to another therapist. I think that what’s happening here and what you’re doing is highly unprofessional, and I-”

He stops right in front of me and the words die in my throat. He’s so close now that I can smell him — he smells like leather and sex — and he smiles as he looks down at me.

“You want this,” his voice rumbles, and in my mind I scream out,
I do! I do want it!
but still I don’t move. “You want my body, you want to feel me inside of you again. You want the thrill, the change in your life.” His words flow out of his mouth and into my ears and for some reason what he’s saying sounds so right. “You’ve been absolutely bored lately and you need something different, Katie. You need something that only I can give you. Something you’ve only dreamed about.”

A hand touches my arm and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. My body starts to tremble, and I swallow at the dryness in my throat. Lance’s other hand finds my chin and he tilts my head up to look at him. Down in between my legs, my panties are soaked right through.

“You want this,” he says, and I feel myself nodding. “Say it.”

“I want this,” I say, and as the words leave my mouth I know that it’s true. Then, slowly, he leans his head down and at the last instant my eyes close, right before he kisses me. His lips press down firmly into mine.

It’s been so long since I’ve been with another man, I feel like I’ve honestly forgotten how to kiss. But as his tongue pushes into my mouth I’m swiftly reminded, and I reciprocate, exploring him, taking him in. Reaching up with my hands, I slip underneath his open jacket and feel the hard muscles I’d only dreamed about right against my fingertips. He feels so good that I can’t stop from squeezing, clawing at him. I forgot how magical this could be.

Lance breathes in through his nose as one of his hands slides down to my lower back. He pulls me closer, my breasts pressing against his hard chest. A thrill runs down through me and down below I feel something moving … something hard … something inside of Lance’s jeans that forces all other thought out of my head.

Oh my God. Is this really happening?
Lance grinds his hips forward, making my insides squirm and my pussy throb and glow. He’s hard for me. His tongue works faster in my mouth and I’m finding it hard to keep up. But just as I do, he breaks off our kiss, only to drop his head down to the side of my neck.

Gasping breath makes its way into my lungs. My mouth hangs open as Lance’s mouth ravishes my throat, kissing me up and down, his tongue and his lips working together in perfect harmony.

I feel the hand on my arm move to my blouse and I’m helpless to stop him as he begins undoing it. He works blindly, unfastening button after button, working all the way down my front. My heart beats hard and in the back of my mind some sliver of logic wriggles through and yells,
Stop it! Stop what you’re doing, this is a patient and you are his doctor!

But every other part of me doesn’t want to stop. Indeed, every other part of me wants to forge ahead. I want to experience this not just because of how good it feels, but because of how immoral, and unprofessional, and deliciously, brazenly
wrong
it is.

With my blouse undone, Lance’s hand moves up to my bra and I feel him reach inside, scooping out one of my breasts. My insides shiver as his fingers run over my hard nipple, and his mouth detaches from my neck only to drop down, taking my breast in his mouth. It’s a struggle for me not to moan.

Lance’s mouth and tongue move as though he’s known me his entire life. Wondrous, delicious thrills pour through me. Down below, I feel the hand that unbuttoned my blouse pulling at my skirt, hiking it up, inching it bit by bit. A cool caress of air licks at the tops of my thighs, and I feel his fingers brush against my bare skin.

“Lance,” I breathe, my hands moving up automatically, grabbing onto his head. He pulls my nipple into his mouth as the fingers down below play with my panties. My eyes are closed as he runs back and forth, tracing along the elastic at my waist. And then they slip down inside and I gasp loudly and bite my lip when he finds my soaking wetness, waiting there for him.

All thought leaves my head. Lance traces down, guiding his fingers past my aching clit, down to the wetness below. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. His mouth pulls harder at my nipple as he strokes me, and I feel my toes start to curl inside of my high heel shoes. My body is trembling already and my knees go weak, but he’s still got a hand on my back and uses his strength to easily hold me in place.

Lance keeps sucking, keeps stroking my pussy and clit as, behind my eyelids, I see only blurred color and dancing, exquisite light. My brain is gone and my body’s taken over. Everything feels so wonderful and it’s all happening so fast. I suck in short, staccato breaths as Lance pushes me up and up, higher, higher, until finally I have to clamp my lips shut, stifling my cries as I come.

I hear Lance let out a moan against my breast as my thighs squeeze tightly together. But even still, Lance keeps working. I writhe against him, thrashing my hips, moving like a snake within his strong, manly grasp. But he works on me hard and forces those brilliant colors to flow past my eyes. I swear I can hear my own heartbeat, pounding strongly in my ears.

It’s only when I finally come down does his mouth leaves my breast, and before I can catch my breath, he’s kissing me again, our lips working furiously as they dance together. Lance’s hand is still inside my panties and he’s playing with me, dipping into my wetness, making me shiver and jump inside of myself.

And then I feel him pushing me back and my feet are forced to walk as I move towards the wall behind me. A shock goes through me when I hit it and he presses against me, our lips still together, our tongues dancing that eternal lovely dance.

Lance’s fingers leave me only to grab onto my panties, yanking them down. I’m pulling in shuddering breaths as I anticipate what’s about to come. With the sodden things around my knees he takes his hand away and I hear and feel him start to fumble with his own pants.

An unzipping sound, and the rustle of clothing. And then it’s there, I can feel it, his bare thing pressing against my leg, hot and hard and all for me.

I can’t help myself. I reach down and grab it, and I hear Lance suck in breath through his nose as I do. It’s so hard and big. My fingers can hardly fit around it. I begin stroking its length, breaking off our kiss to look down. When I see what I’m holding, I give an honest gasp of surprise. Lance’s cock is enormous. I stare at it, throbbing in my hand, and despite how much I want him, part of me is actually scared.

A low growl emits from Lance’s throat and I look up to see his eyes burning into mine. My heart skips a beat and his head darts forward, kissing me. Then his hands grab my shoulders and I feel him turning me around, pressing me up against the wall where I land right beside a bookcase.

With my heart hammering inside my chest, I hear a rustle as Lance takes something out of his pocket — a condom wrapper. He rips it open, and a few seconds later I feel his sheathed cock slide up between my legs and they widen, opening up as much as they can go. He’s moving his length against me and, with my hands against the wall, my fingers curling, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Lance plays with me, rubbing over my pussy lips and clit. And then he pulls back, and the head of him nestles itself right up where I want him.

“Do you want this?” he asks me, his voice right next to my ear. A dirty shiver runs through me.

“Yes,” I say in a whimper.

“Say it,” he demands, and I take in a shuddering breath.

“I want it,” I say to him. “I want you to fuck me-”

Lance slides in and my voice is cut off as I’m filled with every inch of him I can take. I feel him grab onto me, holding my hips, keeping me in place as he begins fucking me. His cock pumps deep into my pussy. I struggle for breath as he fills me up more than I’ve ever, ever felt before. I turn my head and lean it against the wall, biting my lip, desperately trying to keep down my moans as my body tightens, clenching, pulling him further up into me.

One of his hands slides up and he hooks onto my bra, pulling it down and releasing my other breast. I gasp when he holds me, finding my hard nipple, pinching it between his fingers and sending hot, electric jolts down directly into my pussy.

Lance grunts hard as he begins moving faster. His body pushes up, getting deeper inside of me. I can almost taste blood for how hard I’m biting my lip but I have to keep quiet. Lance seems to read my mind as he brings his second hand up from my hip, wrapping it around my mouth, smothering any noise I might make.

My bottom lip thanks him. I take the opportunity to unleash a long and desperate moan, the muffled sound hardly reaching my ears. But the release it allows me makes this feel that much better, and now I push back into him, grinding my body against his, feeling myself rise higher and harder than ever before.

Lance is panting now. His body pushes harder as his hips move on their own, his thick and throbbing cock sliding deep in my pussy. I moan again and again, my breath catching in my throat between each one. I hear him close against my ear. He’s radiating with warmth and his hand squeezes my breast as the rest of me presses flat against the wall. He’s trapping me, taking over my body. Lance is making me his own.

I tighten up and hear him choke on a moan. He ramps up his efforts and my eyes roll in the back of my head. It’s all so much. Every grateful instant of this makes me question everything I’ve ever come to know. I tighten up again and this time I can’t let go. Lance lets out an incredible sound, from deep in his throat, and it makes a shiver run all through my body. He fucks me harder; his hands tighten wonderfully over me. It’s all coming together and everything meets up, and as I feel my body rising to crest that ridge, I know that Lance is going to reach it at the same time.

I cry out, Lance’s hand tightening hard against my mouth. We both rise, faster and faster. Everything swirls and combines together as he keeps fucking me, keeps driving me forward. And then I rocket forward, over that ridge, and my orgasm rips through my body as Lance pushes in, crying out a deep, heavy sound as he explodes inside of me.

My mind erupts as I feel him, his cock pumping inside my pussy. It drives me forward until I’m certain I’m going to collapse. I can’t think or breathe or make any coherent sound. Nothing in the world has ever felt this good.

And when it’s finally over, and when my body and mind have finally come back to earth and I’m once again aware of my breathing, my thoughts, my shaking, trembling limbs, Lance pulls himself out of me and I almost collapse to the ground, needing to support myself with my hands.

I hear him, standing behind me, breathing hard. When I turn around he’s looking at me, the condom still on his cock, but he’s got a strange look on his face. I try to make my mind work, and realize that he looks almost … scared. As though he’s seen a ghost, or had some sort of life-changing revelation.

Could this be it? Could this man be the one that I want, the one that I’ve been unknowingly saving myself for this whole time?

That cocky smile appears on his lips and he says, “Fuck, I knew you would be easy. See? Two times, just like that.”

My dreams shatter into a million pieces. His words are like a slap to the face and my upper lip curls in disgust. This was all just a game for him. I can’t believe I fell for it. Merely a game, to see how long before he fucked me again.

Hot, angry tears begin to form in my eyes. How could I have let myself succumb to such pettiness? How could I have let my guard down, this guard that I’ve kept up for
seven years
, only to let him take advantage of me and destroy all of my dignity in one fell swoop? I’m as disgusted with myself as I am with him. But the worst part about this is that I know once he’s gone, he won’t feel a thing.

Lance’s smile falters just as I look away. I don’t want him to see me like this. I don’t want him to see me lose control.

“Hey,” he says, his voice oddly soft. “Don’t-”