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“Guys like that?” I blink at him. “Or you do?”
My face burns as soon as the words leave my mouth. But it just seems too impossible to believe. How could Landon want something so imperfect when he’s the definition of perfection? I mean, if I was the kind of girl who was into all these muscles and hard lines and beautiful faces. Which, I’m totally not. Definitely not. Because he’s still my enemy, I think. I’m pretty sure.
He tilts his hips up, so I can’t deny how hard he is against me. Hard and… freaking huge. “What do you think? Does this mean I like it?”
I swallow. Then my thighs squeeze against him reflexively, and he smirks. He knows I’m thinking about it.
“Did you like those half-naked girls at your party?” I sound like a jealous little beast.
“Why?” His eyes are teasing. “Want me all to yourself?”
“No.” Now the heat is creeping down my neck. He doesn’t even pretend not to notice it.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He brushes my hair back over my shoulders. “And just because you see a bunch of half-naked girls at my house doesn’t mean I’m doing anything with them. It’s their choice to take off their clothes. That’s just how people…”
His words drift off when he clamps his jaw shut, but I think I know what he was going to say. That’s just how people are around him.
“Here, let me see that.” Landon gestures for the cupcake in my hand.
I hand it over, feeling a jolt in my belly as he peels away the wrapper and licks the frosting from his thumb. Something about that motion reminds me of the way he licked me. My thighs are squeezing the life out of him now, and I’m trying to snap myself out of the wayward fantasy when he shoves the cake right between my lips, smearing frosting all over them.
“What the—” I mumble around the gooey frosting, horrified.
Our eyes lock, and he grunts out a chuckle as he takes the cupcake away, only to replace it with his lips. It’s so unexpected that I freeze for a second before I melt into him. He tastes like ice-cold water and buttercream.
“It feels good to be bad.” He teases the words against my lips. “Doesn’t it?”
Responding isn’t an option. Cupcake forgotten, I just want to eat him. But Landon is insistent, only offering me more of his lips between bites of the cake in his hand. I know what he’s trying to do. He’s tricking me into eating it. But I don’t care because all I can think about is my next taste of him. And before I know it, the cake is all gone, and I’m wondering how the hell that just happened.
“Good?” He swipes some frosting from my lips with his finger and sucks it off.
My whole body breaks into goose bumps, and I nod. God, I just ate an entire cupcake from those fingers. And it isn’t enough. I need more. I need…
“Can I just…?” I’m dragging his shirt up over his head before I can stop myself. When I toss it onto the floor, Landon’s eyes flash.
“I just want to…” I drag my palms over the hard planes of his pecs before they drift down to the ridges of his abs. And before I know it, they are grazing that dark trail of hair that disappears into the band of his sweatpants.
I close my eyes, so I don’t overthink it. I just want to feel him against my palm. See what it’s like. Maybe I’ll remember…
My fingers slip into his waistband, and I hear him suck in a sharp breath. He’s wearing briefs, and at first, I just slide my palm over them, surprised by the heat I feel there. So, so hot.
My hips roll a little on instinct, and Landon stifles a groan. When I open my eyes again to meet his, I’m surprised by how out of control he looks. His eyes are only half-open, and his head is leaned back against the cushion, exposing his vulnerable throat where his pulse is beating against the flesh wildly.
“Does it… feel good?”
He grunts a response, his fingers digging into my hips. It makes me brave, and I slip my fingers into his briefs this time, wrapping them around the hard, solid flesh.
Landon hisses out a breath and closes his eyes when I drag my palm up the shaft. Yeah, I’ve read about this in Cosmo. I’m not a pro by any means, but I think I have the basics down.
After a few soft tugs, I fall into a natural rhythm, squeezing him in my palm as I slide up and back down. His body is open and defenseless. So, while my hand is in his pants, I lean forward and kiss his neck the way I may have thought about a million times before. When I do, his cock jumps against my palm, and he whispers.
