It's Always the Quiet Ones [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9 - Once Upon an Elevator

Scott's heart pounded a rhythm he had only ever experienced in Lana's presence. His hands held her face firmly to him as he traced her lips with his tongue. When her mouth opened, he tried with all his might to convey the strength of his feelings for her. Every ounce of passion he felt was poured into the kiss, and he found it was even better than the first time she pressed her lips to his. The honey and cinnamon flavor he remembered tantalized his taste buds as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Lana's arms wrapped tightly around his back, and he could feel the painful pleasure of her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. Using his impressive upper body strength, Scott used one arm to lift her into his lap, allowing her to straddle him and press their bodies more firmly together. His hands began to trace her curves, and he grinned against her mouth when she moaned. She began grinding against his erection, and the anger he'd felt for Dallas just minutes before morphed into hero worship. Being forced into an elevator with Lana was suddenly far less devastating.

Scott chuckled when Lana's eager hands began tugging at his shirt. In his rush to help Dallas, Scott had thrown on a pair of basketball shorts and a basic t-shirt, but even that many pieces of clothing seemed more than Lana preferred. Her petite hands slipped inside the garment and began tracing his abdominal muscles, and Scott shuddered at the sensation. Within seconds, he helped Lana remove his shirt. She licked her lips in appreciation of his toned physique, and Scott groaned in response.

His lips met hers again in another fierce kiss, and she melted into his touch. Scott gently lifted Lana from his lap as he settled himself on his knees. Kneeling in front of him, Lana continued to trace the lines of his muscles, giving extra attention to his pectorals. She giggled when she realized she had uncovered Scott's ticklish spot.

In response, Scott chuckled and began to trace kisses down Lana's neck, remembering the sensitive spot near her ear. She wriggled her body, attempting escape his iron grip.

"No, no," he teased, nipping at her earlobe. His hands began to wander, eager to unbutton the soft blue summer dress currently hiding Lana's luscious curves. He had successfully unbuttoned the top half of her garment when his impatience got the best of him. She was too far from him, and he wanted to feel her pressed against him. Gripping her thighs, Scott lifted himself to a standing position with Lana cradled in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moaned at the heat he felt from her core. He pressed her against the wall of the elevator and moved his free hand down the front of her dress. He paused, massaging her satin covered breast as she franticly wiggled in his arms, desperate for release.

"God, I've missed you," he murmured.

Lana froze, tears suddenly threatening to fall. She stared into the gorgeous blue orbs of the firefighter before her. "I missed you, too," she whispered. She cupped Scott's cheeks with both her hands and looked in awe at the loving gaze that was shockingly evident in his eyes.

"Be my girl?" he asked, his tone desperate and full of emotion.

Lana grinned and nodded in reply. "Yes," she whispered, and Scott's lips met hers again. This time, his mouth caressed her with a tenderness she didn't know was possible. After several minutes, the kiss grew more heated, and Lana realized she was about to give herself to this man once more, body and soul. It didn't even bother her that they were in a public elevator.

"Make love to me," she whimpered in Scott's ear, her body shaking with all the glorious sensations running through her.

"Yes, ma'am," was his muttered reply. His fingers returned to her gaping dress, and she noticed they shook as he struggled to unbutton the rest of her buttons.

The sudden movement of the elevator pulled them from their private fantasy, and Scott quickly placed Lana on the ground, his eyes wide with shock. Lana began to refasten the buttons on her dress, while Scott quickly located his wayward shirt. Disappointment filled both of them at the lost opportunity, but Lana held a secret smile, knowing their rendezvous wasn't over. It was only postponed.