I grin against her skin. “That’s my girl… giving me that damn beautiful sight I’ve been starving for.”
I brush my lips against hers, letting her feel exactly how every word comes straight from my heart. I finally break the kiss and pull my hand out of her pussy. Her hooded eyes follow my movement as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.
“Hmmm… you taste like you belong to me,” I murmur, making it clear that every inch of her is mine, and I’m not letting her forget that.
“Landon—” she begins, but I cut her off, silencing her with another kiss. I then slip my hands under my T-shirt to cup her breasts and trace her hardened nipples, making her quiver under me. I then pinch her nipples, making her yelp.
“I need you naked,” I pant, pulling back.
She nods, and my hands pull the hem of my T-shirt over her head. And when I finally have her the way I want, naked, my pulse races and every inch of me aches to claim her all over again.
Holding her gaze, I lower myself and press my lips to her forehead, leaving behind a slow, deliberate trail of kisses all over—brushing her nose, lingering over her lips, teasing her chin, and tracing the curve of her neck. I let each touch draw shivers from her, and her breath quickens. Then I continue down her collarbone, along her shoulders, and over the smooth curve of her breasts, letting my lips explore and claim her without ever rushing. My hands slide down toward her stomach, my fingertips grazing lightly along her sides.
Her lips part, and I grin before I let my mouth feast on her wet pussy.
“Landon…” she gasps, her body jerking beneath me. I press my hand to her stomach to keep her steady against the mattress as her hips lift instinctively.
“I love hearing my name on your lips,” I murmur against her core as I continue to lick and suck her wetness. She squeezes her eyes shut, her head thrashing from side to side in sheer pleasure. Every gasp, every whisper of my name drives me to the fucking edge right along with her.
I continue driving her wild with every deliberate touch of my tongue, feeling her trembling under me. I bring my hands to her breasts and fondle the hard pebbles as I feel her getting close to her release. It doesn’t take long before she comes apart. But I don’t give her a chance to recover and hover over her, capturing her lips with mine, letting her taste herself on me.
Without breaking the kiss, my hand slips down, and I take my cock in my hand. Slowly, I run the head of my cock over her clit, making her moan.
I lift my head, just enough to look into her eyes, “I don’t want to use a condom.”
She freezes beneath me, her breath catching. “I… don’t… I…”
My chest tightens, every muscle coiled with need, wishing she wouldn’t deny me this.
Then, as if sensing my struggle, she whispers, “I’m on birth control.”
My jaw clenches, and before I can stop it, jealousy flares in my chest. Why the hell does she need to be on birth control when there was no man in her life? But then my pulse steadies as I remember she always said that she stayed on it to regulate her periods.
“Please… I need you now,” she breathes, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire.
A grin tugs at my lips as I shift closer and press the head of my cock against her pussy. “You have me, sweetheart,” I say, pushing all the way in before thrusting in and out slowly.
“Yes… more…” She closes her eyes, and a moan slips out of her.
“You are so damn gorgeous. I don’t think I will ever get enough of you,” I growl, and her pussy clenches at my words. I slide in a little deeper and cup her breast, rolling it with my thumb.
Soon she cries my name, trembling as she comes against the head of my cock. I jerk myself, spilling inside her. Both of us, breathless in the aftermath.
Once I regain control of my breathing, I roll onto my back and draw her close, holding her in my arms.
We don’t speak, just let our silence fill the room. But inside, my mind races—this isn’t the end. Hell no. It’s only the first step. And I’ll make damn sure she agrees.
Chapter 11
Anna
The morning light filters through the curtains, pricking at my eyes. I blink, my body aching in ways that pull me back to last night, to the mistake I swore I would never make again. I drag in a slow breath, shove the regret down, and tell myself it’s time to get up and face the day before it swallows me whole.
I press my palms into the mattress and am about to get up when his arms tighten around my waist. He pulls me back against his warm chest, his breathing fanning against my neck in a rhythm that once felt like home. The ache inside me worsens, because a part of me wants to stay right here, lose myself in him and forget all about the hurt and pain. I crave to turn around in his arms and claim what used to be mine.
But I don’t.
This time, I won’t let weakness take over. I know better than to think that one night can undo what’s already broken. I need to leave.
