9. Lana

9

LANA

I 'm not a hussy or femme fatale, despite how it might seem. Sure, I'll use charm or flirting to get what I want, but not sex. So I really shouldn't be kissing Henry. Sure, he's a good-looking man. He's smart, clever, and interesting. I enjoy bantering with him. But that's all been to manage him and his investigation into my family. Tonight, it was about learning about Lazaro, which wasn't anything at all.

The minute Henry's lips touch mine, everything changes. The flirtatious attraction morphs into an inferno of desire. It feels out of control. I'm not a woman who is led around by her libido. I don't sleep with men as a matter of course or to get my way. Not that I'm a virgin. I've had a few men I've dated, but they never held my interest for long. And none of them made me feel like I might spontaneously combust.

I kiss him back, and that only adds fuel to the fire. Around me, the energy snaps, crackles, and pops. He groans. Or maybe it's me. He sets our glasses on the coffee table and then tugs me close again. Our lips fuse again, and Henry's hands roam my body. He pulls my camisole from my waistband and slides his hands along my skin, and I nearly purr in response. Soon, my top is off, the front clasp of my bra undone, and his hands are on my breasts, then his lips.

"Oh, God." I surrender to him even as the warning bells clang in my head. He's a cop. He's investigating my family. I should stop, but I can't.

He pushes me back, tugging my skirt up. His fingers slide along the panel of my panties before pushing it aside and rubbing over my clit as his lips suck on my nipple.

I gasp and arch into his touch. "Yes… more…"

Henry comes off as a straightlaced, by-the-books sort of man. One who'd have a vanilla sort of sex. But his touch is like sticking my finger in a light socket. My body is lit up from the inside out as he sucks and laps at my nipple and his fingers, slick with my essence, slide inside my body.

I want to touch him too. To feel the heat of his skin. To feel him inside me. But I'm lost in his ministrations. All I can do is give in to the sensations until pleasure rocks through me. I rock underneath him as my orgasm overtakes me.

"Fuck… yes," he murmurs against my breast. He pushes himself lower on my body, tugging my panties off and settling his shoulders between my thighs.

"Henry." What I want is for him to fuck me. But that request is lost as his mouth devours my pussy. I cry out as a new shock of electricity courses through me. He licks and laps and sucks until I'm a writhing mess. My pussy is burning up.

His hands settle on my inner thighs, opening me wider to him. His tongue slides inside me, flicking along the sensitive walls.

"Oh, God… Henry…" I'm teetering on the brink again. I can barely breathe as need coils tighter and tighter.

"Come, Lana. I want to drink you up." His thumb brushes over my clit as his tongue fucks me. Pleasure crashes through me again, making my body tremble.

He slides up my body, kissing me hard, desperate as he reaches between us to undo his pants.

"I want a turn." I push at him, and we end up tumbling off the couch onto the floor.

I laugh. "Oops."

He tugs me down, kissing me again. I've never had a man kiss with such intensity. It scrambles my brain.

"My turn," I say again, straddling him and trying to wrangle control. I unbutton his shirt, running my hands over a chest that is harder, more sculpted than I anticipated. I lean over, licking his nipple, loving the hiss of breath it forces from him. I undo his pants and push them along with his boxer briefs down strong thighs.

His dick springs free, and again, I'm pleasantly surprised. It's long. Really long.

I stroke him. "You're full of surprises, Henry."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"Oh, it is." I bend over, licking the pearl of precum sitting on the tip of his dick.

He growls in response. I like the sound of it. It's deep and raw. So I do it again, this time dragging my tongue around the edge of his tip. His hips rock. His fingers tangle in my hair. I take him deeper. His dick hits the back of my throat, and I've only taken a fraction of him in. My pussy quivers at how it will feel to have him so deep inside me.

I release him, moving up his body, positioning myself over him. He levers up, his hand behind my neck tugging me to him as he once again kisses me. I lower down, taking him in. The kiss breaks away as we both groan. The feel of him entering me, sliding inside me, it's the most delicious sensation.

"More… take it all…" he growls against my neck.

I'm not sure I can, but I plan to do my best.

"Oh, my God." My head drops back as he fills me, deep, deeper. I swear I can feel him expanding inside me as well.

I start to rock and then ride him.

"Fuck." His head arches back. His fingers grip my hips. At first, we move slowly, but as I adjust and nature takes over, we pick up the pace. It's nearly frenetic as I move, reaching for the ultimate pleasure.

I plant my hands on his chest. My thighs burn. My breath is like a bellows. It's like I'm running a marathon, except so much sweeter.

"Fuck… Lana… wait… holy hell." His hands grip me hard, stopping me.

I let out a frustrated groan. "I'm close…"

"I am too… but… I don't have a condom." He starts to push me off.

"Are you unhealthy?"

"No, but…"

"I'm healthy." Then I realize he's concerned about pregnancy. "I have an IUD." I push his hands away. I won't be denied.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you think I'm tricking you?"

"No, I just?—"

"Then fuck me, Henry."

I swear I can see a switch go off in his eyes. He rolls me, pushing the coffee table away to make room. He looms over me, and my body tingles with excitement. He sinks in, and together, we groan, the sound of it filling his apartment. If his walls are thin, his neighbors will know exactly what we're doing.

His blue eyes watch me with intensity as he withdraws and thrusts in again. "Open for me, Lana. Take me deeper."

I pull my knees open, and he sinks in again. I swear I can feel him everywhere. "More… more… faster." I grip his ass, urging him to fuck me harder.

It's like a tether breaks, and he pistons in and out of me. I gasp at the change of speed and intensity. I feel like I'm holding on for dear life as he drives in again, and again, and again.

"Fuck… I'm there… Come, Lana." He plunges in, grinding against me. I'm shot off to the stratosphere. Pleasure rockets through me, lighting up every cell in my body. I writhe and rock and shudder.

"Yes!" He thrusts in again, grinding again. Warmth fills my pussy. We continue to move together, wringing out every ounce of pleasure until he collapses over me.

For a moment, I lie there, simply stunned. Who knew sex could be so explosive? I enjoyed it when I'd had it before, but it was more like scratching an itch. Satisfying, but nothing extraordinary. But this… holy cow. My body continues to hum in the aftermath.

He rolls us again until I'm over him. It's only now that I realize what I've done. I've had sex with the man who wants to put me and my family in prison. This is something Lazaro would have done. I'm too cool and collected, too in control to do something so stupid. And yet, here I am, mostly naked, lying over a cop. The dumbest thing yet is that I don't want to stop. I want to have him again. No. I have to stop this before it gets worse. But I have to play it cool.

I lean over, giving him a flirty smile and a soft kiss. "Well, that took the edge off."

He watches me in that way he does when he's guarded or trying to assess my meaning.

I stand up, finding my panties and slipping them on. "It's nice to have the law on my side for once. We make a good team." I push my skirt down and find my camisole and blazer. When I'm properly dressed again, I look over at him, now sitting on the floor, still watching me.

"I look forward to working with you more." I head to his door, blowing him a kiss. "Sweet dreams, Henry."

Once his door shuts behind me, I lean against it and blow out a breath. Good God. What have I done? The last moments flash in my mind, how sexy and intense he was. His concern for me about not having a condom. At least I thought it was concern for me. Maybe he just didn't want to knock up a Mafia princess.

Ugh. I should walk away and avoid him at all costs. Clearly, he has a hold on me that I'm unable to manage. I can't risk any more stupidity.

Lazaro.

Henry agreed to look into Lazaro's case, and while I don't normally trust cops, and Henry has been less than forthcoming about what he knows, I do believe he'll look for Lazaro. I really have no choice but to continue to see Henry for Lazaro's sake.

I wonder what Henry is thinking right now? Is he second-guessing what we just did? He must be. He's a straight-laced, by-the-book cop. He'll likely do what he can to prevent anything like this from happening again.

I hope he does, because I clearly can't be trusted to keep my hands off him.