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“Just fun,” I agreed. “Have fun with me, Landon.”
I almost didn’t get the words out before his control broke. He let go of the counter and reached down, yanking the hem of my thin t-shirt up and over my head. I didn’t even have time to be glad that I had worn a sexy white lace bra before his dexterous fingers had undone the back clasp and pulled the straps free.
My breasts swung free, and Landon’s hands were on them instantly, kneading and squeezing and eliciting moans that I almost didn’t recognize as being my own. I sagged back against the counter and would have slid to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up. He lowered his hot mouth to my nipple, and I twisted my fingers in his hair, pulling harder than I meant to but unable to control myself. I wanted to yank off his clothes and pull him down to the tile.
We were still in the kitchen. Any minute, Emma could come out wanting a drink or water or another story or some other pretense.
“Landon.Landon.” I tried to pull his head back, but he growled impatiently and ignored me.
“Landon, we can’t do it here.”
“Sure we can.”
“No, Emma could come out.”
Invoking her name did the trick. Impatiently, Landon straightened and allowed me to pull him into the bedroom. Inside, with the door locked, we reached for each other again. I undid the buttons of his shirt as fast as I could, wanting to press my bare skin against his. It had been a long time since I’d touched him like this, but my hands remembered the intimate landscape of his body. The hard panes of his chest, the line of crisp dark hair that led into his waistband. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, the broad expanse of skin and muscle as familiar to me as my own body.
He remembered mine, too. One went instinctively to the small of my back, pressing me in. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head gently to the side and exposing the side of my neck. Chills raced up and down my spine as his lips found the curve where shoulder met throat, kissing gently at first and then feasting.
Sensation assaulted my body, turning my knees to jelly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him back so I could get my breath. It wasn’t my decision to make, though. Landon was taking command of me as effortlessly as he ever had. His lips blazed a fiery trail down my throat before coming up to reclaim my mouth.
“Wait,” I whispered suddenly. “The curtains are open.”
Landon pulled back, checking to see if I was joking. When he saw that I wasn’t, he laughed disbelievingly. “Cami, we’re thirty floors up. Who do you think is going to see us?”
No one outside, I had to admit. We didn’t look out on any other buildings. We could – and had – made love right up against the glass without giving anyone a show. But for some reason, I wanted to feel completely secluded from the world. Even in Landon’s fortress of solitude, I felt the icy fingers of someone prying into my life. Someone who hated me and my entire family, including my daughter.
Landon was beside me as I pulled the last curtain, pulling me back into him. He stripped off my denim shorts and silky panties, leaving me naked against him, my thigh pressing against his wool pants. I could feel his cock hard and straining against the material. I slipped free of his grip, sinking down on my knees in front of him and undoing his zipper. The hard length of him sprang free as I pulled his pants down, and I found the tip with my tongue.
Above me, he groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. At first, I licked around the head of his cock, intentionally torturing him, before moving forward and taking him in my mouth. His fingers tensed as I went up and down on the shaft. My breasts brushed against his legs, the contact teasing my nipples into tight peaks. He let go of my hair with one hand to grasp them, squeezing and making me gasp around his cock. I sucked more eagerly, nearly incoherent with lust.
“I can’t wait,” he ground out, and suddenly, he was pulling me up and toward the bed, the fingers of one of his hands still holding my hair like a ponytail in a tight grip. He pushed me forward and I crawled onto his bed on all fours, looking back over my shoulder with wide, hungry eyes. It was too dark to make out much, but I could see the strong, dominating shape of him right behind me. He positioned himself behind me, his knees between my calves, and then I felt the large knob of his cock at my entrance. I backed myself onto it, feeling it split me open slowly, exquisitely.
“Fuck,” Landon whispered harshly above me. “I’ve missed fucking you.” He started moving back and forth slowly, letting me get used to his girth again.
I tried to tell him I’d missed it too, but all that came out were pleas.Faster, more, harder.
Landon refused to hurry, though. He rocked into me at his own pace, filling me and then pulling back until I was nearly empty and desperate. With each plunge and retreat, he dragged across the sensitive nub of my clit until I had to bury my face in the pillow to keep my moans from becoming screams. He reached around and pinched my nipples the way he remembered I liked while he moved in and out.
The pressure built in my body, pushing me further and further into dark ecstasy until I climaxed once, the waves of pleasure ripping through me and leaving me shaken. Only then did Landon increase his tempo, plunging deeper and harder and dragging me back up the peak. I knotted my fingers in the sheets, but suddenly, he withdrew and flipped me over.
“I want to see you,” he rasped, covering my body with his as he slid back into me. “I want to watch your face when you come on my cock.” Our fingers entangled, tongues twisting, mouths locking as we moved together. The dazed, sated feeling I’d had so briefly after my climax was a distant memory as he drove me back to the brink.
Between kissing me, Landon was whispering dark, dirty things in my ear and I was responding, but looking back, I had no idea what I was saying. If it was even coherent. I felt like an exposed nerve, all feeling and emotion. All I knew was that I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life, and that for now, for this moment at least, Ihadhim. The future ceased to matter. The past was irrelevant. I met him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around his and trying to take him even deeper.
I almost didn’t want to reach the peak again because I wanted to feel like this forever, but I couldn’t help it. A second climax tore through me, leaving me shaken. I felt him jerk once and then freeze, his fingers tightening around mine as he emptied himself into me, and then his mouth came down on mine, softer and sweeter than before.
“See?” I managed to whisper. “Itwasa good idea.”
Landon laughed softly as he rolled carefully to the side and pulled me against him, our damp bodies melding together. “You were right,” he murmured in my ear, wrapping his arms around me and keeping me warm. “You were absolutely right.”
17
LANDON
We told Emma in the morning.
“Okay!” she said brightly, like we’d told her we thought we’d go to the beach today.
