Dane
Lila swore when he pulled away to kneel, and Dane raised a single eyebrow. "If I don't answer, they'll show up here," he said hoarsely, then tapped the phone screen. "What?" he barked, dropping his head and sucking in as she trailed her hands up his sides and kissed his chest.
Fuck.
"Are you okay?" Chris's voice was quieter than his, but firm.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine why? What's going on?" Dane snapped. She'd raised herself up to kneel in front of him so she could reach him better. He opened his knees and slid his hand down her back to her butt to slide her closer. She murmured her approval.
He wanted to throw the phone away, rip off her clothes and plow into her right then.
"What took you so long to answer? What's going on?" Chris said, low and sharp.
"Nothing! I was just—"