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“You don’t take time off either,” I reply casually, stepping into the elevator and smiling at the couple who joins us.
“When Cassie and I visit Holden, we’re on vacation. I check out completely,” he says, poking the number to our floor.
“You call me,” I argue.
“That’s because I need to hear your voice every day,” he mumbles. “It’s almost impossible for me to exist when you’re not around.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. My heart kicks against my ribs, and it’s not only the fact that he’s right in my personal space, but that he’s admitting he needs me as much as I do him. I stretch my neck and kiss him lightly. And I hate that we have other people in the elevator, there’s no privacy.
As soon as we get closer to our rooms, Landon suggests we go to his room. When we step inside, my mouth opens slightly in awe.
His room is bigger than mine. There’s a table for two on the left side next to the balcony. There’s a trail of red rose petals leading toward it. Instead of candles, Christmas lights are hanging from the walls. As he closes the door, Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl” begins to play.
ChapterEighteen
Knightly
“I knowit’s Peter Gabriel’s song that should be playing, but this song reminds me of you,” he says, watching me cautiously as if he’s waiting for me to move.
Landon looks at me with a predatory gaze I’ve never seen from him before. The heat in his eyes makes me hotter than the sun on a summer’s day. My heartbeat pounds faster and harder as he closes the distance between us.
“You want to eat?” His voice is deep and sexy.
“Is there a second option?” I try to sound suggestive, but my voice comes out like a croak or a gasp, I’m not entirely sure what that sound is, but I clamp my mouth, flustered.
“You’re adorable.” His eyes shine tenderly. His sexy laugh vibrates through my entire body, and I want to press myself against him and kiss him. I want to feel his beard against my skin.
His hands slide behind my head as he watches me with an intense gaze. His mouth devours mine. The kiss is hungry. It’s urgent. The taste of him feeds my own hunger along with his scent and his heat.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he says in a husky voice, flicking his tongue against mine.
We embrace as we kiss. His hands on my back. His fingers reaching for the hem of my sweater. I slide my hands under his sweater, moaning as I feel the warmth of his skin, and trace the ripples of his muscles.
He pulls me down to the bed, drawing me over his lap when his phone begins to ring. We ignore it. Breathing and panting, as we keep kissing and touching. Then, my phone starts ringing instead of his. When I recognize Dad’s ringtone, I jolt.
“Cassie,” I say, peeling myself from his body and taking my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans.
“Hey, Dad,” I greet him between pants.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course,” I say, catching my breath. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Cassie’s bedtime, and she hasn’t spoken to either one of you,” he reminds me. I check the time, and it’s fifteen past eight.
“Is she okay?” Landon asks with a thick, rough voice.
“Yes, we forgot to call her,” I say, feeling guilty.
He checks his phone and curses under his breath. I tap my phone to switch the call to FaceTime, and the first thing Dad says is, “Why is it so dark?”
My cheeks heat up, and I’m speechless. I might be thirty-two, but I don’t want to tell my father what I was about to do.
“You caught us as we were arriving,” Landon answers and takes my phone while turning on the lights. “Where’s Cassie?”
“Hey, Daddy.” Cassie appears on the screen. “I miss you.”
“Hi, sweetie,” he greets her and his face beams. “How was your day?”
