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Landon gripped her chin and forced her gaze to his. “I don’t really likewatching. I’m not a sidelines kind of guy.”
“I’d watch. But only if Megan wants to.” I had to remember she was as likely to comply as anything, and this had to be her decision. “If you don’t want to, no one will think less of you.” I focused on her.
Megan licked her lips and looked between us. “I want to, but…”
“Anything,” Landon said. “If there’s anything you don’t want, I respect that.”
She looked him in the eye. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”
Fuck me.
Landon grabbed Megan’s wrist and pulled her hand from her chest. With a yank, he tugged her tattered dress to the floor, where it could die a merciful death. The action left Megan in nothing but her panties and a strapless bra, a flush of pink spreading across her skin.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” Landon muttered.
I couldn’t agree more.
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megan
I’d wanted Nigel for more of my life than not, and if I took that now, if I wasted a night with him on my hurt feelings, I’d never forgive myself. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make decisions like that. Today I couldn’t be trusted to decide anything that would impact my future.
Which was why it was probably a bad idea for me to sayyes to Landon. But the way he’d come to my defense earlier—even if it had been a misguided decision—his touch, the heat of his breath on my skin, and now the way he was staring at me like I was the most delicious dessert he’d ever seen…
And Nigel wasn’t stopping us.
Did I want him to?
No.
I was fine with this decision. Good with it. This was something I wanted, and it didn’t matter what the rest of the world thought, it was up to me.
Besides, no one would know except for the people in this room.
Landon dipped his head near my ear. “Is there anything I can’t do to you? Any hard limits?”
“Umm…” My brain froze, despite the raging heat that flooded me. I wasn’t naive when it came to sex—my best friend wrote kink for a living, and my sister was vocal about reading books with the same. But I hadn’t personally lived anything beyond a little hair pulling. “I don’t know.”
Landon’s smile sent a pulse of me wanting to tell himdo whatever you wantdirectly to my core.
“I’ll start slow.” His tone held a lot of promise. He scooped me into his arms, startling me, and I threw my arms around his neck out of instinct.
Part of me had hoped to be carried across the threshold at some point today, though I hadn’t expected it, and certainly not like this. Landon carried me into the bedroom, which looked a lot different from his arms than when I’d walked in here by myself a few minutes ago, and he tossed me on the bed.
The landing was bumpy, but it didn’t hurt. It was fun being carried around by a guy who didn’t so much as flinch when he picked me up—I should add that to my list and check it off.
Behind Landon, I saw Nigel walk into the room, and take off his suit coat. The outline of his erection in his trousers was distinct, despite his distance from me at the edge of the room.
Movement from Landon drew my attention back to him. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. His pants followed. This wasn’t like when he’d danced at my bachelorette party—there was no sensual seduction—it was practical and straightforward.
He was still drool-worthy to watch with minimal clothing on. The way his chest rippled with each movement, the definition running down his abs to those yummy Vs, one on each hip…fuck.
When he was stripped down to nothing but his thong, with me in only my panties, he crawled up the bed. His body covered mine, and the way he loomed over me was delicious. Like I was being hunted, but was still safe. The dichotomy short-circuited my brain.
I loved it.
Landon straddled my hips and pinned my hands above my head. His rough grip wasn’t enough to leave marks, but it did make me gasp, and my hips bucked up into him. He finally crushed his mouth to mine, hard and demanding.
