And I don’t want to stop.
I roll my hips against him, needing to relieve the building ache between my legs. Landon’s fingers curl around my hip, and it feels like a warning.Don’t do that again unless you’reprepared for the consequences.I do it again, of course, and Landon draws out a low groan, his hips twitching against me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers against my mouth. He keeps one hand on my hip, and the other in my hair. He’s holding back, letting me set the pace and take what I want.
What do I want?
I let my hands roam his bare chest and down the ripples of his abdomen, exploring this new part of him, until I reach the dusting of hair leading to his boxers. Using my nails, I scratch the soft hairs there, relishing in the way his body shivers under my touch.
Landon sucks on my tongue, his own moving against mine in slow, languid strokes. My clit throbs as I imagine his tongue between my legs instead.
I slip my fingers underneath the elastic of his waistband, about to venture south, desperate to feel him.
“Landon!”
Landon jumps back, his eyes darting toward the staircase that leads to where his mother is standing upstairs.
I hop off the dresser and the room spins, my head reeling from the abrupt halt we just screeched to.
“Landon, are you down there?” Marie calls again.
He crouches down and snatches his clean clothes off the floor. “Uh, yeah. Just getting changed.”
“Is Ainsley with you? She’s not outside.”
Landon pushes his sweats into my hands and guides me toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I press my ear to the door, straining to hear what’s happening.
“She’s changing in the bathroom,” Landon calls. “We’ll be up in two minutes.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
I yank on his T-shirt and sweatpants, and face the mirror as I gather my hair into a loose braid over my shoulder. My cheeks are flush, my lips swollen.
My vagina is still throbbing.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I close my eyes and blow out a long breath.
I just kissed Landon Fletcher.
What was I thinking?
How did this happen?
Why did Iletthis happen?
Moreover, Iwantedthis to happen.
Landon’s voice is right outside the door. “I can hear you overthinking from out here.”
A sheepish smile tugs on my lips. I crack open the door, and on instinct my eyes drop to his crotch. The shorts he’s wearing are doing nothing to hide the fact that he’s stillveryturned on.
Landon reaches out and tips my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “Don’t you dare tell me you regret this, Ainsley Morgan, because I sure as hell don’t, and I don’t want to hear any of the excuses you’ve managed to conjure up in your head in the last thirty seconds either.”
My lips part, ready to fire back at him, but he cuts me off and presses his lips against mine. Without an ounce of resistance from me, his tongue slips inside and slides against mine. My knees buckle, but Landon holds me steady. With one hand around my waist and the other threaded through my hair, Landon kisses the fuck out of me.
Then he pulls back, his chest heaving and his brown eyes almost black with need. “This will happen again, you and me. And next time, there won’t be any interruptions.”
Oh.
