The button finally sprang open, and I pushed his pants and boxers down in one move. His hands went into my hair, and I winced when he got stuck.
“Sorry. Your hair is like a cement wall,” Landon said, untangling his hands from the sticky mess. I bought hairspray to style myself like Sandy, but I went a bit overboard and used nearly the whole bottle.
“Shower,” I moaned when he started kissing his way from my jawline to my neck and down. I was not only covered in dirty fountain water but also had used enough hairspray that I’d go up in flames at the smallest spark. Not to forget that I also reeked of whiskey. There was no way this would go any further unless I scrubbed myself clean.
He stopped with a groan and lifted me into his arms. Once we were standing in the small bathroom, Landon turned the water on. He slowly removed my underwear, his eyes never leaving my body, his breathing accelerating.
Once I was standing in front of him naked, he ripped his own clothes off, not caring what he damaged in the process. We squeezed into the shower, ignoring the lukewarm water and the lack of space.
He was so compelling, his magnetism so potent, I didn’t stand a chance. The water pelted down on us, finally warming up. We didn’t care, both of us too frantic to get closer to each other.
He lifted me as if I were weightless. My back met the wall, my legs went around his waist in a tight hold, and my arms wound around his neck. I dimly thought there was something I meant to tell him, but it was gone as soon as I felt his lips teasing one of my nipples.
The cold wall at my back and the heat of Landon at my front caused a heady sensation. His demanding lips traveled back up, his kisses growing more urgent.
My breasts tingled when his chest rubbed against them. His lips devoured mine in a hungry kiss. He briefly pulled away and fumbled with a condom wrapper that he magically found somewhere. A few seconds later, he lifted me and lined himself up, entering me in one swift stroke.
The pain momentarily took my breath away. I clung to him, hoping this wasn’t how it would feel the whole time he was inside me. I had always imagined my first time to be with my husband, but this felt so right that I didn’t care about my vow to get married before having sex.
Landon was unmoving inside me, seemingly trying to catch his breath. The pain eased, and I tentatively kissed his shoulder.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, wondering why he’d stilled.
“You are everything I have ever wanted,” he whispered against my ear before tugging my earlobe with his lips. “I just need a minute, or this will be over in about two seconds.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I said, scared by the gravity of my feelings for this man. This stranger. I desperately needed more of him and started moving tentatively.
My skin prickled from his expert touches, a moan slipping through my lips. Soon the pain was forgotten, and I met him stroke for stroke. My senses were in overdrive, my body aching for more.
He stroked the heat in my body until I was on fire, a passion I had never known overtaking all my senses. I think I called out his name, but the details were hazy. I clung to Landon, burying my head in his neck, breathing him in.
He followed me into oblivion, holding me to him like he never wanted to let me go.
We stayed connected for a while, but then the water started going lukewarm once more and we separated. An unhappy squeak left my lips when we disconnected.
Landon got rid of the condom, and I shampooed my hair while I had enough room. I noticed a small drip of blood on my thigh and scrubbed it away.Guess having your first time in the shower has its advantages.I was opening the conditioner when Landon came back.
He took the bottle and squirted the conditioner in his hand. When he started massaging my head, all I felt was bliss. I sank into him, my back meeting his front.
The hot water was finally running out a few minutes later, and we hastily finished our shower.
Landon grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry every inch of me. I was so taken with his action that I stood in the bathroom like a rag doll, letting him move me as he wished.
“I love your tattoo,” he said, then kissed the morning glory I had tattooed on my side, winding around to my back. I’d gotten it in honor of Maimeó, my tribute to her.
Once he was satisfied I was dry enough, he hastily wiped himself down. The towel landed on the floor, and he followed me to the bedroom. We fell on the bed together, unable to keep away from each other. I feared I would never get enough of Landon.
When we weren’t busy exploring each other, we talked. I had never felt more connected to another human. When I finally fell asleep in the early morning, it was with a smile on my face.
“Good morning,” Landon rumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
I melted into the bed, wishing he’d talk more. His voice was enough to make my body sing.
I peeled the sheet back and blinked at him from the safety of the other side of the bed.
“Morning,” I said. It came out croaky, and I cleared my throat.
The corners of his mouth tilted up, and his eyes darkened. Uh-oh, I remembered that look. I immediately shuffled back. Too bad I was already at the end of the bed and slid right off the edge.
