He froze, looking at me in a new light. “You don’t?”
I scooted closer with each word until we were touching. “I want everything to change. I want to do scary things with you every day just as much as I want to do boring things.” I climbed into his lap. “And I believe you. I freaked out because I was terrified of you leaving again, but I’m here for the long haul if you are.”
My chest thundered, blood pulsing in my fingertips and toes. The sound of it was loud enough to drown out every thought that wasn’t centered around Landon.
He quickly recovered from his surprise, gripping my waist tightly. “I love you.”
Less than a second later, he slammed his lips against mine. Maybe the frenzy should scare me, but all I felt was thrilled. We hadn’t kissed like this in years, if we ever had at all. This kiss was all passion, heat, and it left me craving more.
His tongue licked into my mouth with an urgency I returned, angling for more of him. I was a little embarrassed when a sound of pleasure left my throat, but based on his soft groaning, he didn’t mind.
Maybe it was because I hadn’t kissed anyone I truly loved in a long time that I’d forgotten how much it was defined by delicious, distracting touches. Landon’s fingers moved under my shirt, stroking soft circles. His chest pressed closer to mine and there wasn’t an inch of space left between us.
My breasts ached, sensitive against the fabric of my shirt. I wanted all clothing gone. I wanted only skin.
Landon must have been thinking a similar thing. His hands trailed slowly over the top of my thighs before scooping under them, lifting me up as he stood. On instinct, I locked my ankles around his torso as he stood and walked us to the bedroom.
His arms held me steady and strong as he pressed me down onto the bed. Landon entwined our fingers without thinking, hovering above me, legs spread a little so I fit between us and he caged me in.
If his body was a cage, then I’d like to lose the key, please.
Fingers still interlaced, he dragged his lips from my mouth down my neck again, letting them linger where they hadn’t for years. His mouth hovered over my collarbone until he sucked carefully, tongue darting out. My fingers tightened their hold instinctively, and he released my hands to peel off my T-shirt. I tugged his off too, feasting my eyes on his chest.
Holy muscles.
I traced the lines in his chest, the motion to his biceps, only to pull him back down again. He followed naturally and I hooked my legs around his waist, wrapping my arms around his neck. Trying to get closer as if this could erase the time I’d spent without his touch.
It was then I realized that I wasn’t overthinking everything. Honestly, I wasn’t thinking much at all. It was kind of amazing, actually.
His cock, hard and hot, brushed against the quickly dampening fabric between my thighs. Wonderful friction, but not enough. Then his fingers dropped to the top of the sweatpants around my hips. My breath hitched in anticipation.
When my hips lifted, he pulled them off and onto the pile of clothes on the bed, my underwear joining them too. Landon moved slowly, kissing my bony hips and palming my thighs, giving me time to protest if I wanted. Which was the absolute last thing I wanted, given how moments later he was parting me with two fingers, his breath warm over my pussy.
“I missed this,” he whispered before diving in like it was his new inspiration in life.
My body turned warm and languid as he inserted one finger,then two, his mouth sucking tight on my clit. He traced patterns with his tongue, up and down and side to side, enough so that I could barely keep up with the motions, so focused on the pleasure from it.
I didn’t mean to throw myself against his face, selfishly taking every moment for myself. Time wasn’t real. I had no idea how long we spent in this position, him enthusiastically going down like this until stars burst at the edges of my vision. Every muscle coiled, then released.
I returned to myself moments later to find that I’d thrown my arms up over my eyes. Sure, I was a little embarrassed by how strongly he made me come like that, but when I removed my arm and made eye contact, the intensity of his gaze struck me.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Landon leaned back and off my body.
“Really?” I laughed. “You haven’t even taken off your pants yet.”
He crawled over me, looking down with a soft smile. “I don’t need to do that to admire you.”
“We should work on the no pants thing, though.”
Instead of a response, Landon flipped us over so I was on top. I made quick work of tugging off his sweatpants and underwear. His cock sprang out, and I tilted my head.Did it get bigger?
No, seriously, did working out give you a bigger dick?
Focus, Kira.
I could Google it later.
I wrapped one hand around him, pumping up and down a few times until his eyes fluttered shut. He opened them again to fish through his nightstand, pulling out a condom and smoothly ripping it open. I moved my hand so he could slip it on. Lightly holding my hips, he eased them up to his, and heat raced down my spine.
