I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath trapped in my chest.
Lars stood at the counter, his back to me, still wearing his swim shorts. It was foolish to think he hadn't heard me running around the house. He turned to me slowly and I remained frozen.
"Finally alone." Lars smiled.
"What are you doing here?" I bumbled over my words.
"I had to start getting dinner ready." Lars gestured to the countertop, which was covered in vegetables.
He took a step towards me. I wanted to step away but I was rooted to the spot in which I stood.
"No." I whispered and shook my head.
"Why not?" Lars continued to move closer to me.
"Jack."
Lars was in front of me and he rested one hand on my waist. A fire burned where he touched me.
"Tell me my dear, was it Jack you were thinking of when you were pleasuring yourself in the pool?"
My breath hitched. He had seen everything.
Lars traced a line across my stomach and down to my swollen lips, resting his fingers on my swimsuit.
"Maybe you need your memory jogged, hmm?" He leaned into me. "How many fingers do you use when you fuck yourself?" His voice was tight in my ear.
My mouth had gone completely dry. Lars and I were on a trajectory that I was powerless to stop, that I wouldn't have stopped even if I could.
Lars slid his hand underneath my swimsuit. A low groan escaped his lips as he slipped his fingers into my soft curls, pushing inside me. With out any self-control, I drove my body against him.
"You think saying no to me makes you a good girl, don't you?" Lars wiggled his fingers, making me cry out. Lars smirked. "But your body gives you away."
I shuddered against him. I wanted him to take me, to use me until I couldn't function.
Not wanted, needed.
Gently, Lars removed his fingers from between my thighs and held them up to his lips, glistening with my desire. I almost fainted on the spot when he sucked his fingers, watching me through heavy lids, and moaned.
"Upstairs. Now." Lars ordered, grabbing my hand as he took the lead to the bedroom.
We rushed down the hallway, both of us eager to have as much of one another as we could before everyone got back.
I walked into Lars' huge bedroom. Large windows overlooked the pool on the left, and a giant plush bed expanded on the right. The sunlight streaming through the windows brightened everything and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was lying in the beams, sighing with satisfaction.
Lars came up behind me and rested his warm hands on my shoulders and placed a hot kiss at the nape of my neck. He slipped his thumbs through the straps of my swimsuit and pulled me back into his chest. He opened his fingers and splayed them out across my heaving chest.
"You have been teasing me all day with these, haven't you?" His growl sent shivers down my body.
"Lars, I didn't me-" His hand cupping my chin interrupted me, holding my jaw closed.
"Let me be clear, Liana. Last night, the house was full and today it is empty. The only sound I want to hear now is you screaming my name."
Fire ran from where his breath started at my neck, and rushed throughout my body. I nodded carefully.
Lars grabbed at my swimsuit and forced it off my body and I turned to face him as I stepped out of it. The way he looked me up and down, licked his lips and then pursed them made me tremble with need, a need that overrode the guilt and the fear.
I launched myself at him, twisting my fingers into his hair and kissing him deeply. Lars pawed heavily at my body, responding in exactly the way I hoped he would. The hunger that was present during our first kiss now consumed us both.
Step by step, we worked our way to the bed. In a flash, Lars pushed me onto the mattress and removed his shorts before crawling on top of me. The weight of his taut body pressed down on me, and while it took my breath away, it was far from uncomfortable. The head of his full erection pressed into my inner thigh, and each time I tried to shift my hips to take him inside me, he backed away, teasing me with what I could have.
Lars released me from his kiss and laughed quietly. "Now now, I have something else in mind for you."
I wiggled impatiently underneath him and Lars chuckled as he took my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. With his free hand, he gently traced a line from my ear down to my chest. He cupped the swell of my breast and ran his thumb over my hardening nipple. I arched my back against his touch and Lars released a self-satisfied sigh as he lowered his head and took my puckered flesh into his mouth.
I moaned as Lars' hot tongue gently worked over me, rolling back and forth, finding points that sent electricity through me. As he pulled his head away, he gently bit at the now hardened nub, causing a surge through my body. Lars smiled devilishly at me as he licked across my chest and repeated his actions on my other nipple. I writhed in agony and ecstasy beneath his body.
While his mouth lashed at my breasts, Lars' hand wandered down my body and came to rest between my legs. He groaned as he touched my slick heat.
"So wet." He breathed against the underside of my breast. "I need to taste you."
He didn't wait for my small whimper of approval before he started moving down my body. He let go of my wrists and placed both hands on my ribs, sliding his hands over my curves all the way to my knees. He strummed his fingers on my kneecaps and I knew what he wanted, and I shifted my legs open for him, making space for his broad chest.
As Lars sunk lower on his knees, he looked at me with darkened eyes and those curved lips pursed once again. Wondering what he was thinking and why he was waiting was driving me crazy. I squirmed in his hands and his pursed lips curved into a smile but he still didn't move.
"Lars, please." My voice shook as though I was on the verge of tears.
