Page 72 of From Angel to Rogue

KATY

It was late afternoon by the time Lan and I drove back home. I hoped everything would work out and that we would get to bring Luka home sooner. I had only met him three times now, but I couldn’t bear to be a second without him.

“Katy,” warned Lan’s low throaty grumble, the vibrations of which I felt crackling through my palms.

Confused, I drew my eyes away from the blurring tree lines and met his in the mirror.

He stared right at me with a burning intent when he should be watching the speeding road ahead.

“Lan.” I panicked. “Eyes on the road, please.”

He spared one glance at the road before bringing those smoldering eyes back to me.

“Lan,” I started frowning, but one of his hands caught mine in a tight grip. It was only then that I noticed I had been absentmindedly running my palms all over his chest and abs over and over again. And one of my hands was near the waistband of his jeans, my pinky right over the hardness between his thighs.

A loud gasp slipped past my lips, the motion tightening my fingers, which refused to move. Lan’s eyes turned a deeper shadeof brown, and in an instant, he swerved to a dirt path by the side of the road.

“What… what are you doing?” My voice echoed louder now that the bike slowed down deeper into the path. I jerked forward as the bike came to an abrupt stop.

“Lan…” The words on my lips were swallowed when he turned back and captured them in a bruising kiss. The kind of kiss that you knew would leave your lips sore and deliciously swollen.

His hand knotted over the back of my neck, pulling me close to his twisted body. I moaned as he tugged my blond strands almost out of their roots, and his tongue spread over every inch of my mouth deeper and deeper.

The feel of his soft, warm lips was familiar, but the heady rush and the burn of it was like a newfound addiction.

He kissed me like we’d never kissed before.

It was sweet and agonizingly delirious.

My lungs were flaming for air when his lips left mine to drag over the curve of my jaw and down to my neck. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good, Katy.”

The low rumble of his voice peaked my nipples and drenched my panties.

I didn’t know how he was balancing me and the bike, but he held me tight, and I trusted him not to let me face-plant on the ground.

He buried his face into my neck, licking and biting the tender flesh over my pulse over and over again, the sharpness of his teeth grazing over my skin wracked an invisible shiver through the curve of my spine.

“Oh God, Lan,” I gasped, my fingers weaving into soft velvety locks.

I liked this side of him. It wasn’t soft and laid back; it was hard and possessive and all-consuming. And I liked it,lovedit; ittook me right back to the last time we fucked, and my body only wanted to feel all the sensations of that fuck all over again.

I swallowed my heartbeat as his hungry brown eyes locked on mine. It was like we didn’t need to speak a word, but our eyes spoke the need in both of us that wanted to flame brighter.

His one hand curved along the length of my spine till they hiked under my ass, and in a quick maneuver, he lifted my body completely and placed me softly in front of him while he slid farther back.

“This seems dangerous,” I whispered. In this position, I was taller than him by an inch, my ass on the tank and my hands clutching his shoulders tightly.

“I happen to love danger.” He traced a rough finger along the dip of my dress, lower and lower to the tops of my chest peeking from the V of my red dress. The entire time, his eyes were on me, and I lost the ability to breathe.

This version of Lan both scared and excited me. But there was an inkling of a thought in the back of my head. Was this something new, or was he always like this and hid this side of him from me?

That thought only made me sad, thinking of all the ways he changed for me while I changed to fit into a box of societal expectations.

“What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?” Lan whispered along my lips, and I felt the thunder of it in my chest.

“I don’t think my head is little, Lan,” I muttered, my forehead on his. “I think it’s pretty big and thinks a little too many unnecessary thoughts.”

A grin spread across his beautiful lips. “Then I think we should free it.”

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