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A heartbeat of agonizing silence settled over us. When he pulled back, I stepped forward, refusing to lose him, refusing to let him put distance between us.
“It’s not a bad thing,” I added quickly.
Landon snorted. “Tell that to my old man.”
I put my hand on his hip.
“We can talk about your father another time. Not now. Not when I have you just shy of naked and your cock in my hand. This is between you and me. No one else.”
Slowly, Landon’s gaze returned to me. He was practically vibrating from the desire that wound his body so tight.
“If you’re not ready, we can wait,” I offered.
“I’ve done a lifetime of that,” Landon replied.
One moment, my feet were on solid ground. In the next moment, I was airborne, lifted into Landon’s arms effortlessly. I wasn’t a slim girl and the flex of his biceps proved that, but he made it look easy as he guided my legs around his waist. As he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, I looped my arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck until he swore softly under his breath.
Despite the heat of the moment, he kept his hands in a respectful position—clutching my thighs instead of my ass. Halfway up the stairs, I sucked Landon’s earlobe between my teeth with a teasing pinch. His breath caught in his throat. He stumbled, nearly falling to his knees right there on the steps.
“Callie,” he rasped, his voice strangled.
With a grin, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I loved the way he said my name. He rarely said it, but maybe I could change that tonight. Knowing I was Landon’s first was an honor I wouldn’t take lightly. I needed this shy, stoic cowboy to fall apart and trade his bashfulness for bliss.
Landon’s bedroom was just as sparsely furnished as the rest of the house, as if he barely lived here. He flicked on the light and tenderly set me on the bed. I kept my legs locked around him, refusing to let go. Looking a little lost, his hands hovered over my body, as if there were too many options and he didn’t know where to start.
I stripped my shirt off and leaned back, taking Landon with me. His jeans were barely hanging onto his hips by now, and I could feel the tip of his cock prodding at my thigh through the thin fabric of my skirt.
“Touch me, Landon,” I said. “Please.”
When his gray eyes settled on me, I thought I would burst into flame. He stroked his thumb down the curve of my neck, down my shoulder, and slid my bra strap off.
“Here.” He grazed his knuckles over my left breast. “And here.”
Landon dipped his head, kissing me there—soft lips, warm breath, and the slightest hint of sandpaper stubble.
“Keep going,” I whispered, threading my fingers through his sun-kissed brown hair. “Don’t stop.”
He skimmed his hands lower, thumbs sweeping under my bra and over the curve of my ribs. He placed another kiss against the soft roll of my stomach that would have made me feel self-conscious with anyone else. But Landon looked entranced, practically euphoric. This wasn’t my first time—I’d only had sex twice before this, a quick fumble just to get it out of the way and wholly unsatisfactory. This felt like the first time though, especially when Landon looked at me with so much raw hunger in his gaze.
I grabbed a fistful of my skirt and yanked it up, arching my hips against him. His cock settled between my thighs, the heat and weight of him rubbing so perfectly against my clothed pussy. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
Landon’s breath shuddered. Gritting his teeth, he rolled his hips in slow, measured movements. I trailed my hands down his chest, his muscles tense beneath my palms. The ache in my core was quickly becoming unbearable and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“More,” I said, gazing up at him.
Landon’s pupils expanded even darker if that was possible. This man would give me the moon if I asked him to. He would carve his own heart out of his chest and give it to me if that’s what I wanted. Frantically, he pushed my skirt up around my waist. I kicked my boots off, shimmied out of my panties, and tossed them aside.
Bracing his elbow on the mattress by my head, Landon lowered his weight. I moaned at the feel of his cock sliding through my folds, catching at my entrance. All it would take was one shift, one push, and I would feel that beautiful cock slide deep inside me.
To my surprise, Landon shifted enough to stroke two fingers over my clit. My legs flinched at the sensitivity. Then he pressed into my pussy. The callused pads of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure like lightning flying to every nerve, making my toes curl.
“Oh, Landon,” I gasped. “I thought—”
I broke off as he curled upward. I thought he was a virgin. I thought he didn’t know what he was doing.
“I’ll tell you later,” Landon murmured, kissing between my breasts. “Just you and me, remember?”
All I could do was whimper in response. He sat back, using his forearm to spread my legs wider. With a comforting palm on the inside of my thigh, Landon sprawled on his stomach and sucked my clit into his mouth.
