I cried out and lifted, pushing my pelvis against him, taking him to the end of me, supernova waves of energy blasting through me. Through us. I trembled as I collapsed back against the ground, as he let out a big gale of breath and slowly stilled. He eased out of me, tied off the condom and set it aside, then gathered me in his arms. Skin to skin. Sand to sand.
And then he kissed me again. This kiss wasn’t perfunctory. It wasn’t a thanks-for-the-drunk-fuck kind of kiss. It was tender, expansive, sweetly deep, sinfully dirty. Open-mouthed and hungry. Understanding and responsive. Fuck, the kiss was almost better than the sex, and the sex was by far the best I’d ever had.
Or ever would have?
What have I done?
“You know, it’s after midnight,” Landon whispered into my neck when his kiss came to its lazy conclusion. “So maybe this is our date.”
“Nacho Day?” I whispered back.
“Back to the FutureDay. All the days.”
I touched his face, drinking in those dark eyes. “Does that mean we can’t have a date tomorrow? I mean later today?”
“We absolutely fucking can.” He kissed me again.
After another dreamy kiss or ten or a hundred, we came up for air. “I have a feeling I should put clothes on.”
“Sobering up?” He chuckled. “You’re right. We’re lucky no one’s out here tonight.”
We dressed. He was right. I felt sobriety coming on, and I didn’t like it. “Where are my pants again?”
“At the pool.”
“Oh, right.”
We walked back to the beach house. Along the way, he found a trash can to dispose of the condom. Most of the revelers had disappeared from the pool, though I could hear them inside the house. Damien was still passed out on a lounge chair.
I grabbed a towel from a stack and rubbed as much of the sand off me as I could, then handed it to Landon while I put on my jeans and shoes.
He did the same, left the towel on a chair and shot me the Fireworks. Only now his smile had even more color and light. I was dazzled.
And a little worried.
“Want to head home?” he asked. “I need a shower to get all this sand off.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Imagining a shower with Landon…
Was that where this was going? More of him? Night and day and night? Or was this just a one-time thing?
But he said we still had a date tomorrow. Er, today.
Today. The VIP party.
Damn reality.
But before then, there was sleep, and before that, there was a shower. I smiled shyly up at him.
He grinned back.
Holy Greek gods, I was in so much trouble.
Chapter 23
Friday morning, with dim memories of a very thorough shower with my roommate and a deliciously achy feeling in my little-used body parts, I got a call from Millie. Only Millie would be up at 8 a.m. after a night like last night.
I groaned and reached for the phone, noticing that I was alone in my bed. So we’d retreated to our corners. Honestly, I didn’t remember much. Except maybe Landon tucking me in. Oh, wait — Landon tucked himself in with me before I slipped into unconsciousness. He must’ve left already.
