"Anything," he said. "That's dangerous for someone as pretty as you."
"I'd sleep with you, Brady."
He didn't expect the calm words. Her gaze was steady. And unafraid. He wondered what changed her from the cowering girl he'd brought home with him yesterday to the almost confident woman seated across from him. Whatever was in the vault, it must be important.
"That's what you said last night, isn't it?" she asked. "I promise to sleep with you tonight."
Amusement filtered through him. He'd known she was sheltered after their long talks. He'd toned down his side of the conversation out of respect for her, not expecting to find her worth talking to and pleased when she was. But now, things had changed. He'd found out his Angel was not only bright, but brave and beautiful. She was in his world now, offering him something he'd allowed himself to fantasize about more than once.
"You know what you're doing?" he asked.
"I think so. Yes. I do. If it'll give me what I want."
"We'll both get what we want."
Her face flushed, but she didn't lose the look of resolution in her features.
"Let me give you a demonstration before you make up your mind," he said, rising. He crossed to her and sat on the couch beside her. She tensed but didn't move.
Brady nudged strands of her hair away from her eyes and cupped her face with his other hand. Expecting the sheltered woman would flee at the first kiss, he brushed her lips with his. To his surprise, she leaned into him. Her hands went to his cheeks, and she touched him lightly. Brady didn't move away as he planned, instead teasing her mouth open.
Lana yielded without any sign of hesitation, returning his kisses with timidity born of both inexperience and hunger.
He'd wanted her since soon after talking to her but never thought it possible. Brady felt his control slip a notch. Their kissing turned to petting, and he pressed her back onto the couch. When he broke contact, Lana pulled his head back to hers, her hands skimming over his shoulders before she undid the top two buttons on his uniform. His own desire lit hot and fast at her eagerness. He helped her without breaking the kiss, their hands fumbling in their haste to have his clothes off. Brady leaned away only to peel off his undershirt.
Lana stared at his wide chest, taking him in with a look of desire. She touched him timidly, her cool hands branding him as heat coursed through him. Brady kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and nipped her neck, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his chest and back. She groaned softly in response.