A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5) by Charlene Hartnady

stop talking. She needed to leave. She even managed a step back then stopped.
    Lance moved in even closer. There was barely an inch separating them. “Mother fuck!” he whispered. “You hate me right now, don’t you? But only because you want me so damned much?”
    Nail on the head.
    Unfortunately.
    His eyes stared into hers with such intense focus that they took her breath away. “It’s new to me. Interesting as fuck. Admit that you want me.”
    “No.” Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. She needed to leave, only she still couldn’t drag her eyes away from his.
    “How long has it been?” His nostrils flared. “This level of arousal is crazy I can taste your need.” He licked his lips and she followed the languid stroke of his tongue, only just managing to hold back a sigh. Then she realized what he had asked.
    Oh my god! Embarrassment flooded her. “I’m leaving. I can’t believe how rude you are. It’s not right to ask things like that.” She tried to take a step back.
    “How fucking long?” He gripped her hand and the softness of his touch startled her.
    “None of your—”
    “Tell me,” he coaxed. His stare had softened.
    She was so taken aback by his change in attitude, that she blurted, “Three and a half years, okay? Can I go now?” Amber could feel her eyes fill with tears. She blinked, not wanting to show him how upset she was. She swallowed hard, trying to rid herself of the lump forming in her throat.
    “No,” he said roughly, sounding really angry. “That’s not okay. It’s so far from okay that…” He cursed and pulled on her hand. “You’re coming inside.”
    “No. I…” She tried to pull back.
    “You’ve got two choices…you can either come out here or you can come inside my suite but you will be coming, little human, so make up your mind.”
    She was so shocked that she allowed herself to be dragged inside. When the door clicked shut, it brought her back to her senses. “Are you nuts? I’m not some charity case. I have a perfectly good vibrator back at my room. I don’t—”
    Lance chuckled. “As much as I love the idea of you pleasuring yourself, it’s not happening tonight. It’s not the same when you do it yourself. Besides, you need release and you need it fucking badly.”
    She shook her head. “No…I…”
    “Don’t deny it.” He moved in until her backside hit against the wall behind her. He put a hand on the plaster on either side of her face. “You need this. You’re getting it. I would like nothing more than to fuck you but we are forbidden to do so tonight so my tongue is going to have to do.”
    His tongue. A little whimper escaped. She loved and hated the sound of that.
    “I’m not normally one for following rules but I suspect that you are, so I’ll concede. A tongue fuck is going to have to suffice.”
    “What?” Her voice came out sounding croaky. “I don’t think that it’s appropriate…”
    “You heard me. Let’s get you on the couch and out of this dress.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the living room.
    She shook her head. “This isn’t a good—”
    “Bullshit…” He pushed her against the wall, his hand cupped her mound over her panties. His leg moved between hers, his eyes were a bright, blazing blue.
    Amber groaned but so did Lance. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “Your pussy is soaked.” With expert precision, he pulled the material aside and pushed a finger inside of her.
    She’d been with two other men before. She didn’t get sex, oral or otherwise. One touch from Lance and her back came off the wall as pleasure raced through her. There was a guttural moan, which she realized had come from her.
    “You need this,” Lance whispered into her ear. His lips caused shivers to race through her. His hard chest pressed against her.
    His finger plunged back inside her and she felt her knees buckle. Her breathing was coming in short pants. “Yes,” she moaned, and again as he