Chapter 29

By the time Drake’s mouth trailed down her stomach to the top of her pants, Lana was trembling. As he licked along the waistband, desire surged through her in a searing wave, rolling from her chest and moving down, as if it had been released directly from her heart. It settled in the deepest part of her as a hot throb of need.

"Please, Drake," she whispered. "I want you. I need you."

"Are you certain?" he asked.

"Absolutely certain," she replied.

With a deft motion, Drake unbuttoned her pants, sliding them off her hips and catching her silk panties with his thumbs on the way down, dropping them atop the shirt and bra.

Lana tugged ineffectually at the button on his jeans. “Take these off, too.”

One corner of his mouth crooked up. “Is that an order?”

“A request.” She matched his smile, but the expression faded at the sight of him as he stepped back and removed his pants. Her mouth