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I said before he was my kryptonite and I needed to stay far away from him before he made me believe the nutty shit he spoke could actually be true.
Standing quickly to get away, I knocked the chair over in my haste.
“Babe, settle down and eat your pancakes,” he said ever so calmly like we were just eating breakfast and talking about the fucking weather.
Standing over him and the table of food he’d made for me, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Because this couldn’t really be happening, and Landon certainly wasn’t serious.
He wants to date me? What the heck?
“We dated Landon, it didn’t work out, remember? And don’t tell me to sit down and eat my pancakes, you don’t tell me what to do!”
He just raised his eyebrows and looked at me like I was the crazy one. He was the one talking insanity. Although I had to admit my body was wired, I was feeling a bit out of control, and I didn’t know what to say next.
I started pacing the room, it was something I did when panic set in, and right then I was so beyond panicked, I was about to go postal.
I stopped abruptly and with my back to him I shouted, “It doesn’t work, it can’t!” I was met with more silence and so I spun around quickly to find him smack dab in my personal space. His expression was serious now, but something was simmering in his eyes.
Lust. With our bodies this close, we had never been able to control ourselves. This time I had to, I couldn’t give in.
“What are you doing, Pretty Boy? Move back!” I demanded.
He didn’t move and his eyes were smoldering now. Shit, I had gone and called him by the name I had for him and messed up royally by doing so. It had just slipped with him so near, our frames mere inches apart.
“I want to kiss my wife,” Landon said as if that explained everything and it was no big deal.
“W-what,” I stuttered, obviously affected by his request.Get your shit together,I thought.
“No way, back it up,” I tried telling him again. Why I kept asking him to move instead of just doing that myself, I wasn’t sure. But it must have had something to do with showing him I could handle him, and I wouldn’t back down. And yet, everything inside me said I was affected by him, as I always had been. Maybe even more so now.
Landon didn’t budge. In fact, he plastered his body against mine from head to toe, leaving no room for a blip of air to even travel between us. My body hummed with arousal and heat swept through my core. I placed my hands on his chest ready to push him away, but that didn’t happen. I froze; the feeling of him under my palms felt so damn good. That pause caused a shit load of trouble.
“Open up and let me in, Alley,” he whispered just before he cupped my face on each side with both his hands and slammed his mouth down on mine.
Without thought, I did exactly what he asked and opened up to him, taking everything he gave. The man was a fucking fabulous kisser as he bruised and punished my lips like tomorrow would never come and this would be the last time our mouths would ever touch again.
He tasted like sin and I wanted to be bad when he was around. Our tongues dueled with one another, and a moan escaped me.
As the sound slipped through my lips, my head finally got in the game. I used my hands that had never left his chest and pushed hard, breaking our connection. Both of us were breathing hard as we stared at one another and then a smile broke across his face.
“That can’t happen again,” I told him.
“Sure it can, it is meant to be, baby. Now how about those pancakes?”
How about those pancakes, was he serious? After what had just happened, he thought I was just going to sit back down and eat like all was well in the world.I don’t think so.
As he had said it, he pointed down at the plate full of fluffy goodness, but I wasn’t going to eat them. That only left one thing I could do.
“You can shove that pancake right up your ass,” I told him, as I picked a pancake up off the plate and tossed it at his face. Then I walked away.
I was scared. I couldn’t date Landon. I wouldn’t be good at it, especially with everyone watching.
Plus, there was no way I could ever handle losing him a second time.
But fuck, I wanted to.
And as I headed down the hall, I heard him mumble, “Haven’t changed a bit, baby,” as he laughed.
It took everything in me not to crack the smile playing behind my lips.
