Chapter Twelve

Lance was still catching his breath, and he glanced down at Annalia to check she was okay, heart squeezing tight when he found her with the most endearing smile on her face.

She looked so beautiful like that. All pink with exertion, and breathless, but not dangerously so. She looked happy, sated, and well-loved. Lance could not help but continue to kiss her, touch her, everywhere he could. He refused to slide out of her, not yet. He wanted to prolong their connection for as many minutes as she allowed.

Lucky him, his Anna did not seem inclined to release him either. Her hands traced his back, arms, and chest, and around again to his ass. He dipped his head to her lips, kissing her softly, gently, drinking her in and memorizing every nuance of her sweet and spicy flavor.