Chapter Seventeen
Iturned toface him but kept the distance between us. The bedroom was lit by two lamps, perfect lighting for what I planned to do next. My heart beat faster with both nerves and anticipation and my legs were weak.
Landen’s stance didn’t change as I reached up, hoping that he couldn’t see the fine tremors in my hands as my fingers moved to the bow at the base of my neck. I untied the smooth straps and let them fall. Because the back was non-existent, I hadn’t bothered with a bra. I liked the way Landen’s eyes flared as the fabric covering my torso fell away to reveal my bare breasts. It soothed the nervousness that buzzed in my belly.
Without taking my eyes from him, I reached to the side of the jumpsuit and lowered the hidden zipper at my waist. Then the material fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but a lacy black thong and heels.
I shivered as his eyes moved over my body. His gaze swept slowly over me, taking in every detail. Though his hands were still in his pockets in a nonchalant pose, his expression was anything but casual. He looked…hungry.
Goose bumps broke out on my flesh and my nipples hardened as he continued to devour my body with his eyes. I wasn’t exactly shy, but I also wasn’t the type to stand naked in front of a fully clothed man before we’d even had sex. With Landen, it wasn’t as intimidating as I would have found it before. He showed his appreciation in every line of his body and the look on his face.
I waited, still and breathless, as he watched me. Landen had said more than once that he wanted to be in control this time and I wanted to give that to him.
After a long moment, he withdrew his hands from his pockets and moved toward me. As he walked, he reached up and pulled the jacket from his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. Then he stopped less than a foot away and lifted his hands in front of him, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
I watched as he rolled back his sleeves, revealing the corded length of his forearms. I’d never taken the time to study his hands before, but now I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they moved. His fingers were long and his palms were wide. I already knew how they felt on my body and seeing the way his wrists flexed as he moved made hot prickles burst on every inch of my skin.
My gaze remained locked on his arms and hands as he finished rolling back his cuffs and reached for me. I lowered my head and sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers grasped me just below my waist, his thumbs rubbing over my hipbones before they curved beneath the waistband of my panties and shoved them down.
Landen knelt in front of me as he tugged the lacy thong over my thighs and past my knees to my ankles so I could step out of them. He clasped each ankle in turn, pulling the stilettos from my feet and setting them to the side. Then his hands returned to my hips and he urged me back until my ass rested on the edge of the mattress.
He tipped his head back and his dark blue eyes met mine, the heat in them making me shiver yet again.
When he spoke, his voice was low and rough. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and shifted my feet apart. His palms moved to my inner thighs and urged me back onto the bed until my ass was perched precariously on the mattress. Then he lowered his gaze and stared at my pussy. His thumbs ran over the inner edges of my labia and I had to lean back on my hands to keep from sliding off the bed.
God, he was barely touching me yet I felt like I was ready to explode.
I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he used his thumbs to spread the lips of my pussy and expose my clit. I knew what he was about to do, but nothing prepared me for the first firm swipe of his tongue.
My head fell back and I gasped as he repeated the caress with additional pressure. My nipples tightened even more until they were aching, sensitive points. Other than the orgasm he’d given me on Sunday, I hadn’t been touched by a man in over a year and my entire body throbbed with desperation.
His lips closed around my clit and he sucked gently as he flicked his tongue against me and my legs trembled wildly.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, one of my hands leaving the bed to fist in his hair. If he didn’t slow down, I was going to come, hard and fast.
Landen made a noise against my pussy, a deep groan or growl and I felt the vibrations against my clit. Then he moved a hand and I felt the long length of his finger ease inside me.
Arching my back, I pressed my hips closer to his face, unable to stop the undulation as one finger became two. He slipped them deep inside me and rubbed them hard against the front wall of my channel.
Then he sucked harder on my clit as he flicked his tongue faster and I was done.
I shuddered hard as the orgasm hit me and cried out. My upper body fell back onto the bed as his fingers left my pussy to grasp my ass and lift me to his mouth. My thighs clamped around his head as he licked and sucked, drawing out my orgasm until the pleasure was nearly agonizing.
I moaned and muttered unintelligibly, torn between riding the waves of bliss that he created and pushing him away because it was nearly too much for me to bear.
Finally, his mouth slowed and he gave my clit one last lick before he rose from his crouch and hooked his hands beneath my armpits to move me further up the bed. Weakly, I used my elbows to pull my weight up. Then I lifted my body until I was kneeling in front of him, our eyes nearly level.
Still breathing heavily, I watched as he ran the back of one hand across his mouth before he reached for me. When our mouths crashed together, I could taste myself on his lips but I didn’t care. Even after that earthshattering orgasm, I wanted more. I wanted another one, but this time while his cock was deep inside me instead of his fingers.
My hands went to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly. After two buttons, his hands brushed mine aside and he jerked the fabric apart. I heard the tiny pings of buttons hitting the hardwood floor, but I didn’t care because I was finally getting my hands on his body.
I laid my palms against his chest, feeling the firm muscle and the hair dusting his pectorals. Sliding my hands downward, I brushed my thumbs over his nipples and Landen nipped my bottom lip. Intrigued, I wanted to do it again but chose to continue my exploration of his body. I hadn’t seen him naked or even touched his cock through his pants, so my fingers trailed over his abdomen, feeling the shift and flex of his muscles as he wrestled his shirt off his shoulders and arms.
Then my hands were at his belt and I managed to undo the buckle with less fumbling. Moving quickly, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper before my hand delved inside.
Landen groaned into my mouth as my palm cradled his hard cock through the thin cotton of his underwear. But that wasn’t enough either. I wanted to feel the heat and sleekness of his skin, to touch him the way he’d touched me earlier and learn what he liked, what made his breath catch in his throat.
