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He’s already at the doors. I take a step forward, towards his retreating back. Common sense screams at me to turn away, but everything else is crying out for him. He pushes the doors open and I watch them slam shut after him, like the pounding of a gavel proclaiming the end for us. It galvanizes me into action, and I run forward, pushing outside just in time to see the black limo slide to a stop in front of him.
He opens the door himself and starts to get in.
“Landon. Wait.” My voice sounds desperate, even to me. But it works. He stops, his hand still on the handle, and turns around to face me. I’m still standing at the building entrance, and I take a few steps towards him, unsure of what I’ll say when I get to him. I only know that I can’t bear for him to leave.
I stop at the edge of the sidewalk, only a few feet from him. “Landon…” I make an attempt to find suitable words, but he makes them unnecessary. In two strides, he has closed the distance between us, one moment, I’m searching for words, and the next his lips are devouring mine. One hand snakes around my waist, while the other flexes at my nape, angling me towards him with a possessive determination that leaves me weak.
I clutch his jacket, a low moan escaping me as his tongue plunges into my mouth, moving against mine, and taking control of my senses. I’m desperate to remove every last barrier between us. I’m eager to surrender every last part of me. I’m tired of fighting the way I feel. I can no sooner stop wanting him than I can stop the sun from rising, and it’s no use fighting it.
Landon releases my lips, his chest heaving. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the consuming heat of his body, and his arousal, hard against my belly. “Fuck,” he swears harshly. There’s an edge of desperation in his voice that mirrors what I’m feeling. His hand tightens around my waist. “What are you trying to do to me?” he says roughly. “What do you want from me?”
I gaze up at his face, the face I love, the familiar features that are so endearingly perfect. His eyes are digging into mine, smoky, and hot with desire. “I want you.” The admission comes out in a low but determined whisper.
His chest expands. “Stop playing games with me,” he warns. “Go back inside and join your family.” I shake my head and he lets out a hot breath. “Or you can come with me, Rachel, and just so you know. I’m not going to stop until I’ve fucked you senseless.”
I sway in his arms, the force of heat and arousal that surges through me at his words making me unsteady on my feet. As his arms tighten around me, I know that, at that moment, I would go anywhere with him.
I meet his eyes. “Let’s go.”
His gaze darkens, his eyes flicking over my face, then he releases me and takes a step back, holding the door of the car open for me.
I climb into the luxurious interior and shift to the far side, my eyes on Landon as he slides in to join me. I can barely keep my hands to myself. I’m excited, shaking, hungry for him, unable to wait any longer to give in to what I’ve denied my body for far too long.
“The Swanson Court?” The limo driver’s voice is an unwelcome intrusion into my thoughts. Landon tears his eyes from mine and turns towards the driver. “Just drive,” he orders, then presses a button to raise the privacy partition. When we’re alone, he turns to me, and his eyes travel from my face, and down the length of my body. Moving so quickly that I barely have the time to register his intention, he reaches for me, his hand sliding under my nape to pull my face towards his.
“God, I want you,” he growls.
I sigh, feeling my nipples tightening beneath my clothes. I want him so much. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, and he groans. The next moment his tongue is sliding into my mouth, hot, demanding, hungry... I let him in with an eager moan, reveling in the taste – the feel of him.
His free hand slides under my dress, pulling up the material while stroking my thighs. His touch ignites my skin, even as my senses drown in the taste, feel and scent of him. His fingers reach the juncture of my thighs and he presses his palm against my core, touching me through the lace of my panties. I moan against his lips, already wet, pulsing, hot, and aching for him. I spread my legs as much as my dress will allow, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He pushes the crotch of my panties to the side and slides his fingers over my wet folds. I rub my body eagerly against his fingers, going crazy from his touch. He pulls his lips from mine and holds my gaze, watching my face as he slides his thumb inside me.
I cry out, my body clenching sweetly around his probing digit, trying to pull him deeper.
“You want me,” he whispers fiercely.
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding my hips.
He pulls out the thumb and replaces it with two hooked fingers, stroking my sensitive walls while he teases my clit with his wet thumb. He strokes it lightly, sending sparks of sensation to my brain with each touch. “Say it,” he insists.
“I want you,” I cry softly. “I want you so much.”
His chest expands with a huge breath, and he continues to fuck me with his fingers, pumping them fast while his thumb massages my clit. My moans are loud and uninhibited as I offer myself to him, my hips bucking wildly. When he stops, I feel like I’m going to die.
He lifts me with both hands, positioning me so I’m straddling him. I undo his pants, eager to touch him, to hold his cock in my hands, to have him deep inside me. His hands are also eager as he lifts my dress up to my waist before pulling down my panties. He gets them to mid-thigh before he loses patience and I hear them rip, but I don’t care. I pull down his briefs, and he lifts his hips to help me. His cock springs free, hard and hot, thickly veined and fully erect.
“Oh, Landon,” I sigh, my whole body melting with desire.
I position myself over him, throwing my head back when the wide head of his cock touches the slick entrance to my body. His hand tightens at my waist, holding me still and preventing me from sliding down his full length. I look questioningly at him, not sure why he’s waiting.
“Are you ready?” His voice, like his body, is strained and tense, like he’s holding on to the last remnants of his control.
“Yes.” If he waits any longer, I’ll have to beg. “Yes, Landon, please.”
Still holding my waist, he flexes his hips and pushes upwards, stretching me sweetly as he slides deep inside me.
I let out a soft moan, unable to control myself. “Landon,” I cry out, my voice weak. “Oh God, Landon.” I don’t know how I’ve managed without this, without him for so long.
