I looked up, thinking how perfect my night was. And that was after just getting arrested. Because as long as I was with Landon, nothing could get me down.
“I want to see the Eiffel Tower,” I exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling him with me.
“That’s the other way,” Landon said, laughing at my exuberance.
I changed course, and with his help, I eventually found it. We were lucky the police station was only a few blocks from the main part of the Strip. I even got my neon drink on the way.
“That’s it? Is the real one this small as well?” I asked once we stood outside the Paris hotel, our heads craned back to be able to look up at the replica.
“I’ve never been to Paris, so I can’t speak from experience, but I’m guessing the real thing is a lot bigger.”
“I think you might be right.”
“You want something to eat?” Landon asked, pulling me close. We’d been touching all night. Not a moment had passed where he wasn’t holding my hand or putting his arm around me. Well, except for my short stint at the police station.
And then there were the kisses. It had started as a chaste kiss on my head or cheek. They soon turned into soft touches on the corner of my mouth. After spending so much time with Landon, I was a live wire.
My drunk brain thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I never wanted this night to end. It was perfection. And thanks to my friend alcohol, I wasn’t thinking about anything but the here and now for once.
Even my fuzzy mind recognized this as the first time in a long while that I was living in the present. And it felt fabulous.
“I don’t ever want to leave Vegas,” I declared, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk for dramatic effect.
What I really meant was I never wanted to leave Landon. Because there was no way I’d ever feel this way about anyone again. I’d probably call myself a fool once I could think clearly, but at this moment nobody compared to him.
He stopped when he noticed I wasn’t next to him anymore and came back. “I thought you hated Vegas.”
“Not when you’re here. Then I want to stay forever.”
Landon stilled, and I turned my head, the grin dying on my lips when I saw the look on his face. His eyes were no longer a bright jade but a darker moss green. And he looked hungry.
I swallowed, caught in the devilish look that came into his eyes. That was my only warning before he stepped forward and clasped my body to his. My arms went around his neck of their own volition, and my soft curves melded to the contours of his hard body.
“Hey,” I whispered, our lips almost touching.
Instead of responding, he leaned down, caressing my lips with his. The kiss was gentle, almost as if he was scared I’d reject him.
What a ludicrous thought.
The touch of his lips was a delicious sensation, and I lost myself in the feel of his tender kisses. I gloried in the moment, burning it into my memory for eternity. This was what a kiss should be like. An all-consuming experience you never wanted to end.
But since we were making out on a crowded sidewalk, someone eventually started whistling, and we reluctantly pulled apart.
“I’m never letting you go,” Landon declared, his face holding an intensity and determination that made my eyes widen. And all I could do was nod. Because I didn’t ever want to be apart from him again either.
The rest of the night was a blur. I remembered we went in and out of buildings. I met Barbara Streisand and she looked exactly like the real thing. It was freaky but great. In a freaky way. I remembered Landon handing another bunch of flowers to me. And then he was holding my hand while talking to Elvis.
And there was kissing involved. A lot of kissing. I definitely remembered that part. And the alcohol. By the end of the night, we were holding on to each other partly because we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves but also because we needed the support.
When we stumbled back into Landon’s hotel room, I was holding an envelope and a bunch of morning glories. I remembered Landon giving me the flowers but couldn’t recall where the envelope came from.
As soon as we entered, both items became a distant memory. All that mattered was Landon. Who was kissing me, touching his lips to mine with an intensity that stole my breath away.
I didn’t know how I had ever existed without him. The dizzying sensation that raced through me intensified with every kiss and every stroke of his hands.
He seemed to want to learn every part of my body, not leaving even an inch of skin untouched. Before I knew what had happened, I was standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
Landon had lost his shirt during our kiss, and I found myself frantically undoing his pants. The need that overtook me was all-consuming. I couldn’t get enough of him, didn’t think I would survive another minute without having him inside me.
