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“Please,” I hear him whisper. “Please.”
I reach for him, gently stroking his hair. “Landon. Wake up.”
He reacts to my voice, a small frown appearing on his face. Slowly, his body relaxes and he opens his eyes. Intense relief washes over his features when he sees me.
“You’re here,” he breathes.
“I am,” I say with a small smile.
He pulls me towards him, positioning me to lay on his chest, then his arms come up around me. I relax into his warmth. “You were crying,” I murmur. “Was it worse than usual?”
He is silent. I raise my head to look at him, waiting for an answer.
“It was you,” he says quietly.
I frown. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s always my mother,” he says. “In the accident.” He meets my eyes. “This time, it was you, and I couldn’t save you.”
I close my eyes. Of course, he can’t save me. His love could, but he can’t give me that. “There’s no accident,” I breathe softly. “I’m fine. I don’t need saving.”
He looks as if he’s about to argue. I shake my head and rise to my knees, placing one knee on either side of him, I take his face in my hands. “Stop torturing yourself,” I tell him intently. “You’re not going to hurt me. I’m going to be fine.”
But am I? I push the doubts away as his hands close over mine, squeezing gently, as he lifts them from his face. “I already have,” he whispers.
I close my eyes. “Don’t think about that.”
He drops my hands and rears up so he’s sitting on the bed. Then he pulls me down to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands trail down my arms while his eyes hold mine.
“Say it again,” he says.
I know what he means. “I love you,” I whisper.
His chest expands, and he buries his face in the space between my neck and my shoulder.
My arms go around his neck, and he starts to kiss me on my shoulder. I sigh and lean back, giving him the space he needs to lavish attention from my neck to my breasts.
I lower my head, nudging his face up so I can kiss him. His lips close over mine, kissing me deeply while my hands slide over his muscled arms and his firm back.
His hands grip my waist, then slide up to cup my breasts, his thumbs working my nipples until I respond with a long moan. Then he starts to stroke my skin, from the sides of my breasts, up to my shoulders and down my arms. He looks at me, and even in the darkness of the room, I can see his eyes, and the conflict inside them. “I had no idea,” he says.
“I know.”
He kisses me again, then with his hands on my back, he rolls over, so that I’m lying on the bed beneath him. Supporting himself on his elbows, he lavishes kisses on my face, my neck, and my breasts.
Pleasure shoots through me, and I moan, heat spreading between my legs. I thread my fingers in his hair, trailing one hand over his shoulder and back as he kisses his way over my stomach. His lips trail a hot path down to the center of my thighs, then he nudges my legs further apart. My whole body is pulsing with a wild burning desire, waiting for his touch, and when it comes, the pleasure is almost unbearable. He licks me, slowly, sensuously, his tongue moving across my folds, licking between them, before moving up to circle sweetly around my clit.
My hips rock against his mouth, my hands gripping the sheet tightly. His tongue flicks around my clit, over and over, until I’m moaning uncontrollably. My body tenses, nearly over the edge, then his fingers are inside me, touching me with the expertise that knows exactly where to rub, where to stroke.
“Landon,” I beg, not even sure what I want. “Oh God.”
He continues, bringing me closer to climax. My body is writhing on the bed, possessed completely by the sensation of his tongue fluttering delicately on my clit. I can’t think anymore as my brain shuts out everything but the intense pleasure. Heat spreads from my core, taking over my body. My hips start to buck, and Landon grips my thighs, his tongue continuing the sweet torture even as waves of pleasure wash over me.
I cry out his name breathlessly, begging him to stop, to continue, I don’t really know. He releases my thighs, and hovers over me, positioning himself and lifting my legs around his waist, then he pulls me forward and pushes inside the sweet throbbing heat between my legs.
I look up at him, helplessly aroused, luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me, and in the fierce desire written across his features. His chest tightens, the muscles taut as he breathes deeply. Languidly, I reach up to run my fingers over the hard slabs of well-defined muscle, feeling them tense even further under my touch.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his eyes closed. “So good.” He slides deeper inside me, then flexes his hips, pulling almost all the way out, then in again.
