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She came up empty-handed and turned to leave, arm outstretched for the knob, but it opened before she got there and Landon slipped inside.
chapter 26
Katie had a theory: when someone like Landon Ryan walked into a room, you were pretty much helpless. Not just because he was so good looking, but because he had that thing. That charisma. That It Factor. How could she fight that?
Apparently she couldn’t because Landon stepped through that door, too perfect of a gift to resist, and instead of talking aboutghosting orLaylaLamar or even hitting streaks,theyfellrightintotheirusualroutineofmaking out and groping.
“Landon, we shouldn’t…do this…here. This is…bad. This is so … so…bad." Katie got her point out between kisses.
"Mmmmm, you know I love when your bad girl side comes out."
Theyfumbledateachotherastheymovedawayfromthedoor,knocking over a pair of crutches that clattered to the ground. The heel of her boot caught on some sort of splint, but Landon steadied her and kicked the foam and plastic out of the way, his lips and hands never leaving her body.
When they hit a dead end, he lifted her up ontothe exposed edge ofone of the padded training tables. With the other tables flipped over on top, space was limited, but there was enough roomfor her ass, and the height put her right at face level with Landon. He steppedbetween her knees and she swirled her tongue in his mouth, then dove in to taste his neck.
"I can’t stop thinking about you, Katie. I’m starting to feel like a chick, checking my phone all the time to see if you’ve called."Katiefrozeforalong,tellingsecondandLandonexplainedin between kisses down her neck. "I’ve been trying… give you space…seem so stressed…but damn it, I…I can’t stay away from you. Especially not in this dress. You are so fucking soft."
He kissed her bare shoulder than skimmed his palms over the gray cashmere, grazing her sides and hips, making it hard to process everything he was saying.Was that really why he hadn't called? Plus he did have a valid point: she hadn't reached out to him, so could it really be considered ghosting? And why did his tongue feel so damn amazing on her ear?
"Damn,Imissedthissomuch,"Landonsaid.
"Uh-huh," Katie agreed, but she was too busy popping open the button on his jeans for conversation.
Landon got busy too, working the hem of her dress up to expose her panties, which he maneuvered down until they got tangled up around her boots. He got the left leg free, but left the lacy fabric to dangle around the ankle of her right boot while he gripped her thighs and pulled her forward on the table another inch. Then hisfingersstartedexploring.
"Youaresofuckingwet. Youaresoaking."
Katie knew he wasn’t exaggerating. She’d never been so turned on inherlife,neverwantedtobeconnectedtosomeonemore.Buta restless unease kept poking at her, taunting her with jealous thoughts of Layla Lamar and baseball groupies and other women who might have shared his bed on the road.
"Landon?"
He grunted an indication he’d heard her, but his eyes and hands were focused on rubbing the head of his dick across her,spreadingherwetnessaroundintheprocess.
"Landon—oh my god, that feels good—Landon are you…wait, wait, wait, are you sure we don’t need to use a condom?"
That got his attention real quick. He stopped what he was doing to get a better look at her face. "Katie, I—"
She jumped in before he could explain. "Look, it’s okay, we’re not together or anything, right? I’m sure girls are lined up in your hotel lobby waiting for you. I get it, but just, you know, let me know, so we can be,you know…safe."
"Katie,I’mnotsleepingwithanyoneelse," he said, then added as if it had just occured to him, "Areyou?"
"Ha! No! When would I have the time? Not that I want to or anything," she clarified.
Landon dropped a kiss on her nose. "When would I have the time, baby? I was thinking about you every second I wasn’t on the field. Not that I want to or anything."
It took all her effort to look at him, but she had to see his reaction when she said her name. "What about Layla Lamar?"
Landon’s nose crinkled, his chin tucking back. "Who?"
"Layla Lamar," she repeated.
"From that Disney show my little cousin used to watch? What does she have to do with anything?"
"Never mind," Katie mumbled, then she kissed him right on his confused face, slipping her tongue into his mouth to keep him from saying anything else and ruining his absolute perfect response.
The brief timeout only fueled their neediness and this time, when Landon’s sex pressed up against hers, Katie welcomed him by reaching down to conjoin them. The angle wasn’t quite right and they readjusted, the tables rattling as she leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, her thighs spreading in the process. It worked well enough to get him inside her, but she was even less on the table than before, her balance dependent on him supporting half her body weight.
He got a couple thrusts in, but the third threw them off kilter and he grabbed a shelf to keep them together. Boxes clattered to the floor and they bit back giggles as Landon shifted her back the other way with the unfortunate consequence of disconnecting them where it mattered most. They groaned in mutual dismay, setting off another round of hushed laughs and quick readjustments. After a couple attempts, with one arm half holding her up and his other braced on the shelf, they were able toget into a groove, their beats measured out by the low, steady thuds ofthe padded table against the wall.
