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

times. Who would have thought that the feeling of cotton against her pebbled flesh could feel so darned good? She had to try not to arch into his touch. A moan hovered on the edge of her lips.
    Bastard.
    Her nipples tightened. Lance gave them a light pinch and she made a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. He smirked.
    It irritated the hell out of her that her body reacted like this to him. Why him? She’d had her boobs fondled before but it had never felt like this. Not even close.
    “You promised to fuck me. This is taking far too long.” She tried to sound as bored as possible which was hard with his hands on her.
    Lance smiled, his gaze finally dropped to her chest as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one casual flick of the thumb.
    Amber actually felt her boobs spill out of the cups. His pupils dilated and he snarled. “Christ.” His hands cupped her again. “It’s not every day that a male gets to touch perfection. I think I died and went to tit heaven.” He pinched her nipples. “Juicy, plump…fuck.”
    His cock seemed to grow even bigger, twitching as he cupped her and squeezed.
    At this rate she was going to come and just from having her boobs touched and by an asshole no less. Just to think of what something like that would do to his already overinflated ego. No way would she allow that to happen. Whereas, with her previous partners, she had known that an orgasm was not going to happen, with Lance, she knew it was a given. There was no way she was going to go easily, not if she had anything to say about it. She would make him work for it.
    She made a snorting sound. “I would expect all this fumbling from…what is it you called them? Pimply teenagers? You act like you’ve never seen a woman before or touched one for that matter.”
    “Fumbling?” He tweaked her nipples a little harder, forcing her to swallow down a moan. “A pimply teenager?” He gave a little snort of his own. “I’ll fucking show you a teenager.”
    He spun her around so quickly that she almost lost her footing. If it weren’t for his hands that clamped down on her hips she might have fallen face first onto the top of the vanity. Who was that strange woman in the mirror? The one with her hair half out of her ponytail in wild tangles about her face. The one who was breathing so hard. Good lord, her boobs looked bigger than normal. It must be her level of arousal. She’d never felt this needy before.
    Though her boobs might be big, the rest of her looked smaller because she was dwarfed by the huge vampire behind her.
    His eyes were penetrating. A light frown marred his otherwise perfect features. His skin was dark against her pale complexion. His hands tight on her hips. She could feel his cock against her ass. Hard and ready.
    He cursed and stepped away from her, running a hand through his hair.
    “What’s wrong?” Her voice was a whisper.
    “I’m not permitted to rut you without a condom. I didn’t plan on this so I don’t have one.” He cursed again. Then he gave his head a shake and picked her up, putting her on top of the vanity. “Open your legs.”
    He looked really angry, with his clenched jaw and bulging muscles. His pants were still hanging around his hips and somehow it made him look all the more attractive.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, as he took ahold of her thighs.
    “I promised you an orgasm and I always make good on my promises. It’s a pity because I was looking forward to watching you come all over my dick but I guess I’ll have to settle for having my scalp scratched to shit.” He winked at her.
    “You are too much.” It came out on a choked laugh. “My purse is on the floor. I have condoms.”
    Lance looked relieved one second and amused the next. “I’m completely shocked. I never would have thought that a straight-laced female like yourself would carry condoms. Maybe you’re not as prissy as you look.”
    “I’m not prissy,” she returned,