Rescue Me (Butler Island) (12 page)

Chapter 15

Lana drew in a rapid breath. He eyed her carefully,
searching for any signs of anger or disgust. Shock had widened her eyes a bit
at first, but mere moments after the words had left Randall’s mouth her
expression softened, revealing she was not only curious, but eager about what
he had in mind.

When the massive lump finally dislodged from the back of
her throat, she swallowed hard, whispering her plea. “Show me…”

She was killing him—
fucking killing him
—nibbling
on that plump bottom lip, her eyes clouded with so much desire he went
instantly hard. More than anything he wanted to scoop her up and devour every
inch of her beautiful body, but he needed to know—without question—that this is
what she truly wanted.

No regrets.

“Are you sure about that, Sweetheart?” “He asked as the
pad of his thumb caught her bottom lip, tugging it downward. “Because once I
start, I won’t be able to stop…”

Their eyes met and held, the sound of their heavy breaths
echoing, curling around them. This was it, he thought to himself: the moment of
truth.

Randall had finally confessed the depth of his desire for
this beautiful, fascinating woman. She was now aware of the anguish he endured
when she was near and no matter what she decided tonight, he’d have to accept
it. Steeling his spine, he waited, aware that the course of his future lay in
the hands of a woman he didn’t deserve.

Lana’s mouth opened then closed. She couldn’t find her
voice, couldn’t seem to move her mouth to form the words and enunciate them.
The need to feel Randall’s hands on her body was so intense, it nearly
paralyzed her. She was frozen, yet so incredibly ablaze with heat she feared
she’d spontaneously combust. With her voice on temporary hiatus, she did the
only thing she could. She nodded her head, giving Randall carte blanche over
her eager body.

Randall was one-hundred-ninety-five pounds of raw flesh.
Damaged. Completely unworthy of the beauty that stood before him, but damn if
that didn’t stop him from taking what she was altruistically giving.

Palming the sides of her angelic face, Randall lowered
his mouth over hers. The moment their lips touched, a surge of electricity arced,
zipping down his spine, expanding, thrumming through him. And when Lana’s lips
parted on a sigh he ceased the opportunity, sweeping his tongue along hers.
Answering the need that’d been stifled inside him for far too long.

Slowly he backed her into the hallway while their tongues
tangled and tasted. He had every intention of taking her to his bed, but when
his bare shoulder brushed against the cool surface of the wall the sheer
craving he harbored for this woman halted him.

Turning slightly, he sandwiched Lana between his body and
the wall, bracing his left hand against the smooth white plaster beside her
head while his right began wandering. His calloused fingertips traced the
contour of her shoulder, the outer curve of her round breast, finally coming to
rest at her narrow waist. Her body was lean, but still soft and curvy in all
the right places. She felt good pressed against him—and it was then he wondered
what it would feel like to have her naked body mashed against his.

Tearing his lips from her luscious mouth he raised his
head, gazing at her pretty face through hooded eyes. “Do you trust me,
Sweetheart?”

“Yes”, she whispered without pause.

Randall’s heart thumped an extra beat, striking the
center of his chest with a heavy thud. He didn’t deserve her trust. Her
unyielding faith in him was a priceless gift, one he knew she didn’t readily
give—at least not since that fateful day last May. He had no right to take what
she’d so generously offered him, but damn if he was strong enough to resist the
temptation hidden beneath the thin cotton of her dress.

“Put your hands above your head”, he commanded gravelly.
He waited while she complied with his demand, Lana’s eyes never veering from
his laser-like stare as her arms skidded along the wall, stretching toward the
ceiling. Slowly, he gathered the hem of her dress in his fists, hauling the
soft material up over her hips, past her waist, beyond her perfectly round
breasts until the thin white cotton had cleared the bright red polish on her
dainty fingertips.

Lana was paralyzed, her hands still positioned above her
head. She flinched the moment the warm skin on her back pressed against the
cool plaster behind her, but that was quickly forgotten when she realized she
was standing in a pair of brown cowgirl boots, pale pink satin panties and a
sage lace demi-bra. She ought to feel embarrassed—if she’d known earlier what
she knew now, she’d have put more thought into matching her undergarments. But
the hunger in Randall’s eyes soon put her mind at ease.

She watched as two assessing gray eyes perused her body,
his heated gaze searing her sensitive skin as it carved a perpetual path down
the midline of her small frame.

“
Jesus
…
I’ve died and gone to heaven
”, she
heard him mumble under his breath a second before his mouth landed against her
lips again. Tongues collided: steadily tasting, exploring, grappling tenderly.
And although technically this was only their third kiss, they found an easy,
unhurried rhythm.

The backs of Lana’s trembling hands gradually slid down
the wall as the passion unfurled; unsure what to do with them while he seduced
her mouth, she kept them pressed against the cool plaster on either side of her
head.

This was so much more than a casual kiss—more than a
simple means to an end. It conveyed something deep and powerful and aspiring.
She’d never felt so precious. So desired. Warning bells sounded in her brain,
but the utter pleasure mounting inside weakened her resistance.

Don’t think—don’t worry—just feel—just enjoy
…

Torn between devouring her hungry kisses and exploring
the hidden gems he’d unearthed minutes earlier, Randall peeled his lips away
from her mouth once again, ready to delve into a sensual adventure he’d likely
relive in his fantasies for years to come.

Lazily he tasted his way down her vanilla-scented neck,
over the ridge of her collar bone until he reached the swell of her soft
breasts. Without hesitation Randall tugged on the delicate cups until two hard
pink nipples suddenly spilled over the lacey edges, just like he’d done countless
times in his vividly-erotic fantasies.

The moment his hot, wet mouth settled over her left
nipple she sucked in a shaky breath, arching her back in an effort to
communicate how impossibly good it felt. Her entire body was ablaze and with
every swipe of his slick tongue, every slight nip of his teeth, she surrendered
to the exhilarating pleasure pulsing through her veins and pooling between her
thighs.

“
Tell me what you like
,
Sweetheart
”, she
heard him mumble against her breast before he sucked her nipple back into his
hot mouth again.

Lana moaned, the back of her head aimlessly rolling over
the wall behind her. “This”, she uttered breathlessly. “I-I like this…” She
felt his smile against her skin and then he was on the move again, paying
homage to the other side before shifting lower. Her stomach quivered as his
mouth skimmed down the center of her body.

 Slow.

Painfully slow
.

And when he reached her navel, a groan—deep and pure
male—ricocheted off her tummy, causing a shiver to work its way over her
feverish skin.

The discovery of her pierced belly button sent Randall’s
body in a tailspin. He could feel the grip on his self-control loosening,
slipping through his fingers. He had an inherent hankering for using his
brawniness to subdue the women he was intimate with. He wasn’t hardcore—wasn’t
in to leather, whips, and torture devices; derived no pleasure from spanking.
He wasn’t a sadist, for heaven’s sake! But he tended to use his male strength.
Tended to be a bit rough.

And that’s what frightened him.

Because the last thing he wanted was to hurt Lana.

It’d been a while for her—nearly ten months. He needed to
stay calm.

Go slow; she trusts you. Don’t take her selfless gift for
granted
.

Randall took a deep breath, kneeling in front of her,
memories of his erotic fantasies flashing in his vision. His focus quickly
darted to her face. She was breathing hard, trembling—

And she was watching him.

The grip on his restraint loosened slightly again.
Knowing she was watching, studying, anticipating his next move made his cock
ache to be inside her. But not yet, not until he had an opportunity to sample
the sweet nectar veiled behind the thin sheet of pale pink satin.

His eyes trailed down her body as his fingertips hooked
underneath the elastic along her hips, slowly drawing them down. Carefully, he
helped her step out of them and when the thin barrier had been removed, he ran
his hands up the backs of her thighs, tickling, teasing. “Spread your legs a
little bit, Sweetheart.”

He waited while she consented, dragging her boots along
the wood floor until her feet were shoulder-width apart.

Holy mother of God
…She was even more beautiful
than he’d imagined—and lord knows, he’d imagined plenty over the last three
months.

His eyes followed the narrow landing strip of dark hair,
then eased downward where he found her slick with readiness. The dim, cave-like
hallway was a mass of shadows, but even in the Cimmerian corridor he was able
to discern how primed her body truly was.

Lana watched as Randall’s tongue lightly brushed over her
sensitive flesh, evoking a moan so carnal, so deep, she could no longer keep
her eyes open. She unknowingly leaned her lower half into him while the backs
of her shoulders pressed into the cool plaster, bracing her quivering frame
against the sturdy structure to keep from melting into a helpless puddle of
wanton woman. She reveled in the slick velvety texture of his lapping tongue,
relished the sounds of his coarse groans as he steadily drove her toward the
edge.

The unearthly end to her torturous pleasure was near.

So close—just beyond her reach.

He must have sensed how incredibly close she was, because
the next thing she knew he was standing in front of her desperately tearing
into a foil package with his teeth. Her body was humming, tingling, as he
shoved his faded jeans down his hips. His sex sprang free a moment later,
revealing his well-endowed dimensions.

Oh. My. God!

Randall knew she’d been mere moments from coming. He
couldn’t wait to taste the delicacy on his tongue.

And he would—but not yet. Because he wanted to feel her
slick core pulsing around his aching cock, wanted Lana’s eyes to be solely
focused on his while her body gripped him.

“Hurry...
please
”, she begged breathlessly.

His hands shook as he rolled the latex down his throbbing
length, the sheer magnitude of how much he craved Lana’s body clearly affecting
his ordinarily cool disposition. Randall palmed her sweet ass with his
lust-filled fingertips, lifting her, opening her up to him. Their noses touched
as he pinned her against the wall with his powerful body. “Are you ready,
Sweetheart?” He questioned with a voice so rough—so raw—it sounded as though
he’d swallowed sandpaper.

“Yes”, she breathed.

The affirmation had barely left Lana’s sweet mouth when
he lifted her higher, spearing her hot slippery core with his rigid cock. They
moaned in unison as he buried himself to the hilt, her snug center sheathing
him like a tightly-laced corset.

Bracing his left hand on the wall, he nuzzled her neck
with the tip of his nose. “Jesus, Lana”, he groaned, struggling to recover his
restraint.

Submerged in wet, heated heaven he teetered on the edge
of immoral and good. The raw intensity of lust pounding in his veins wanted
release: hard, rough, carnal release. But his decent side—the side Lana so
adamantly saw in him—wanted to go easy, slow.

He wanted to show her he was worthy of the gift she’d
proffered, worthy of her body even though deep down he knew he wasn’t. He just
needed a few seconds to—

Lana squeezed her thighs, pressing them into his waist
for leverage, then wriggled her bottom in a desperate attempt to garner
friction, communicating what she needed, what she craved by way of her body
language. Randall sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.

The woman was killing him.

But oh, what a way to go
…

“How bad do you want it, Sweetheart, huh? Tell me”, he
urged gravelly. “I want to hear it.”

“Please, I… I want…”