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Back at the table, eating, I say, "Phew."
"You were having fun, admit it," Kyra declares.
"I'll admit it. Though I didn't get any better. Admit that."
"I'll admit that," Kyra says.
We laugh.
Another drink, some chocolate pudding cake for dessert. Then, all at once, we're at the door, and I haven't asked the most important question of all. The only one that matters, really.
"Tonight?" I ask.
"Tonight," she answers.
And when we kiss, I finally figure out the meaning to what I'd always thought was a stupid phrase: takes your breath away.
**
"No," Kyra says, stopping in the doorway of the penthouse, her hand in mine. "No way."
I saunter in. Grin at our luxe surroundings: all white tones with a 360-degree view of the skyscraper-laden deep blue sky.
It's almost good enough for her. Almost.
"Yes way."
"I..." She looks at me carefully, a guarded look on her face that I hate. That I put there. "I can't accept this."
I shrug as I go to the couch to sit down. "I can't get a refund."
She goes to sit beside me, leans her head on my shoulder. "Thank you. For the dress, dinner, everything."
Her lips nuzzle mine. It's now. This is the moment.
I can finally give into the hunger ripping through me.
She tastes so good - like chocolate. Smells like vanilla. I can't stop looking at her, how beautiful she is, even when we kiss.
Opening her eyes slightly, she giggles. "Are you kissing me with your eyes open?"
"No," I bluster. "That would be weird."
She kisses me with a giggle. "Weirdo."
I chuckle, my hands going to the straps of her dress. "Not my fault with you wearing that dress - can't stand it on you a second longer."
Her mouth parts. "Oh?"
"Fuck yeah."
I pull it off her, toss it to the side. Then I rise.
"What are you doing?" she says, squirming.
I hold her in place, feast my eyes on her. "Let me look at you."
Hot as fuck. Those pale, milky-white curves. Those upturned tits with just the right amount of hang. I could eye-fuck her for hours.
Except she's here right in front of me and I'm hard as hell.
I sink to my knees, my lips going to one breast, then the other, then both. I press my face in between her full breasts and breathe in her scent.
Then, I kiss my way down as her groans grow louder.
"Been wanting to do this all night," I say between kisses. I lap and kiss and nibble at her upper thighs as her torso twists back and forth with pleasure.
And then my kisses and laps move to her opening, around it. My finger joins in, stroking and easing in. Her back arches.
"That's it." I dip my finger inside her. She's wet as fuck. "My Kyra."
Her eyes snap open. I have no right to call her that, but right now, there's nothing more that I want than to undo the past, make her mine for good.
The next best thing is now. My lips on her clit. My fingers inside her. I pulse and lap at her as her moans became one unending shrill.
Fucking right. I'm gonna pleasure her until she screams.
I pound her pussy hard as I swirl my tongue and lips around her clit. Her whole body's shaking.
"Jesus, Landon," she groans. "I'm... I'm..."
Seconds later, she's wailing and I know the answer already: she's coming. And it's fucking beautiful.
I keep on fingering and lapping at her, moving her from one orgasm to the next until she falls back, spent.
Afterwards, I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed. Half-passed out, mouth still parted, she's gorgeous. She feels so good in my arms.
Chapter 12
Kyra
I come to in his arms. It feels so warm, so good, I almost don't want to stir. Or think.
That orgasm was so damn good. Everything with Landon was - is.
Jesus.
And his scent, musky and spicy, is making me want to curl up and never get up again.
What this man does to me...
But then my phone buzzes, and I remember.
Real life. Who I am. Who I'm responsible for.
It's just a spam email, some sexy Slovakian woman named Nina who apparently wants to be my wife, but I'm up now, getting more conscious by the second. Is it time to leave?
I don't want to, but... I'm not sure staying the night is the right choice either.
"You good?" Landon asks, a crease appearing between his eyebrows.
God, where to begin...
The concern in his eyes now.
How he pleased me just now...
He was always good in bed, before, but did he ever go down on me that damn good? Not just 'good', even. There's 'good' - and then there's the kind of good that lifts you into the stratosphere, outside of normal human experience. Him eating me out just now was that.
"You want to go," he growls, turning away.
"Landon."
"Say it, then." He rises, hands fisted at his sides. "Damn it, Kyra. I don't know how to win with you."
