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As if he can sense the questions turning in my mind while I stand in place, his mouth tilts as he stares at me, but the dickhead says nothing. Not a damn word! He just remains on the hood of my car with his arms crossed over his chest and one ankle over the other. He’s supposed to be in the gulf right now!
Before I can stop myself, I take off running, barely holding on to everything in my arms. Landon stands before I get to him, like he knew it was about to happen, and just before jumping in his arms, I sling my book and binder on the hood of my car, letting my purse go in the process.
His arms come around my waist the second mine are locked at the back of his neck. My legs secure his body like a vise grip. I inhale a scent I’ve missed. “What are you doing here?” I nearly cry from the surprise. I’m that girl that’s hopelessly in love and I don’t even care. I hate when he’s gone.
“I came to take you to prom,” he says, squeezing me tight instead of putting me down.
My eyes close, trying not to be that girl with crazy emotions. He’s explained to me how offshore life works, and unless something major happens, you don’t just get a quick trip in. It requires a helicopter or boat—which they don’t send for the hell of it between crew change.
“Prom?” I laugh. “I don’t give a shit about prom. How are you here?”
“Bad storm. Everyone was brought in.”
“So I just got lucky to have a few extra days with you?”
He chuckles. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Nope,” I reply, my smile covering the whole bottom half of my face. I can feel it. I pull back so that I can look him in the eyes. “Better be good to me.”
“If this is the part where you add ‘or someone else will’, not gonna happen. Mine. I’ll fuck someone up for this.”
I lean in, my lips hovering over his. “I’d be disappointed over anything less.”
He closes the distance between our lips and kisses me, his tongue entering my mouth seconds later, and then muscle memory takes over. I moan, my panties starting to get wet as we make out in a parking lot. I finally pull away. “Let me call my mom and see if she’ll check me out for the remainder of the day. I want to go to Konnor’s house with you.”
He smiles. “Already done. Miss me?”
I unlock my legs from around his waist and stand on my own two feet, before looking up at him innocently, getting a little handsy with his jeans. “I want you to touch me.”
His mouth slants. “Where are the cameras?”
My heart starts beating faster as I realize what he’s getting at. “Not on my car. I know that much.”
He steps around me and grabs my purse off the pavement where it dropped when I jumped in his arms, as well as my textbook and binder off the hood, coming back toward me with my purse held out for me to take. Such a gentleman. I grab it and quickly unlock the doors.
He opens the back door for me, the most subtle smile on his face. I glance around the parking lot to ensure no one is skipping class or lurking around. I don’t see anyone, but my heart is racing and my palms are starting to sweat from the nerves. I’ve never done anything like this. Sure, people probably think I have, but I haven’t.
His hand grips the back of my neck and he pulls me close, his mouth rubbing lightly up and down on mine. “I love how innocent you are under the suit of armor you wear. I like being the only one that knows the real you. We can go to the house if you want. We don’t have to do this here.”
My eyes lock on his. “How can you read me so easily when no one else can?”
My belly flutters from the way he smiles over that question. “Because I love you.”
I grab his tee shirt and pull him around the open back door and into the opening of the car as I sit on the seat and scoot back, no longer nervous. I want every single experience with him.
He crawls over me, dropping my stuff on the floorboard as I make it to the back passenger side door, the open door shutting behind him as he gets all the way inside the car. Our foreheads bump against each other’s as he tries to fit his long body in the back space of my car, making me laugh, but then he kisses me as if that reaction is ruining the hot moment, shutting me up.
And that’s all it takes.
My legs fall open to accommodate him between, immediately feeling the hard ridge underneath the denim of his jeans. Heavy breathing and my needy moaning fills the car, my hands going for the button on his jeans. I work them open and shove them down a little, before pulling his hard dick out, stroking it. A deep, masculine groan hits my ears, forcing my mind to focus on the void I want filled. “I’ve missed the fuck outta you.”
“Landon,” I pant, needing more.
With barely any space to work with, he holds his weight off of me with one arm and jerks at the top flap of my jeans, pulling it over the metal disc in a frenzied fashion to get the button through the slit. My zipper is ripped down the track. Within milliseconds I can feel his hand slip inside my panties and graze the freshly waxed area, then glide over the mound, rubbing along my flesh in the most amazing way. “You’re in my head, in my heart. This car smells like you. Two weeks away is torture. I can’t touch you in photos and over video.”
When Landon gets emotional there is nothing like it. The moments are few and far between, but when they happen, they’re imprinted in your mind forever.
“Oh, god,” I whisper into his mouth as his finger presses against my clit, working me over by rubbing up and down on it, making circles every so many passes. My hands skate around to his butt, squeezing and pulling him closer, telling him what I want without breaking our kiss.
