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

pulled out of her but only because of the sheer loss.
    Shit! What was she doing? Her body vibrated. Her breath came in short pants. This wasn’t right. She didn’t do things like this.
    “Stop that,” he said as he pulled her towards the living room. “Stop overthinking this. You need the release. You can go on hating me afterwards.”
    She tried to sit down on the couch but he grabbed her hips turning her. “Hold still,” he demanded
    He pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her. There was indeed a ripping noise as he pulled her panties clear. This wasn’t happening. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling mortified, heart racing but incapable of doing anything other than what he wanted.
    She squeezed her eyes shut. This was so damned intimate. Why was she allowing this?
    A low rumble emitted from his chest as he sat her down on the coffee table. The wood was cool on her bare ass. She wished that she had had enough time to wax down there. She wished even harder that she’d at least given herself a trim. It wasn’t like she’d actually expected to have something like this happen on the first day. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected something like this to happen at all. Okay, maybe in the final stages, if she was picked and fell in love. A really big if .
    “Your pussy is exquisite.” Lance’s gaze was focused between her thighs.
    She looked down, expecting to see a smirk but his face was taut and his eyes blazed with…hunger. Her own heart rate increased. He wasn’t joking, or teasing her. He actually meant it.
    “Lean back and brace your hands on either side of the table. I want your legs over my shoulders.”
    “I’m not so sure about this,” she stammered.
    “It’s happening and you’re going to fucking love it.”
    “I never have before.” It just slipped out. “I don’t even know you.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You’ve never enjoyed having a male go down on you?” He looked angry.
    She shrugged, feeling like an idiot. “Not really, no. Groping fingers and…no, I never have.” She wasn’t about to elaborate. She wasn’t so sure about this whole thing. “This is a terrible idea…” The last time Freddie had gone down on her, she’d eventually faked an orgasm just so that he would stop. Her ex’s fingernails dug into her and he was far too rough. His mouth had also been fastened over an area that was so not her clit. She had told him not to worry the next few times until the offers dried up altogether.
    She didn’t mind sex, it was normally over quite quickly. Although Amber had enjoyed plenty of orgasms, they were of her own making. She didn’t mind that either. Sex wasn’t important after all. It lasted a few sweaty minutes once or twice a week. There were so many other things to a relationship. Way more important things.
    His jaw worked. “It’s happening. Grip the table and do it now…” It came out sounding so gruff, so commanding that she leaned back and did as he said. Her knees were together against his chest.
    Lance slid his hands down her thighs. “Open,” he ordered. Those haunting eyes commanded her as much as his words.
    She wanted to refuse but her legs fell open before her mouth could work. It was like he had better control over her body than she did.
    His beautiful eyes stayed glued on hers as he slid her legs over his shoulders. He held her gaze for a moment longer and then lowered it to her…girl bits. She had to work not to squirm under his scrutiny.
    “Jesus!” he finally growled. The sound low and menacing. “You’re dripping, fucking wet. I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you.”
    At long last, panic seized her as she realized that this was happening. A perfect stranger was about to go down on her. He was a vampire and a total asshole. She tried to close her legs but it was difficult with two hundred, odd pounds of vampire leaning between them. He made a noise of disagreement as his tongue tentatively laved against her clit. She sucked