“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Um.”
What Landon was doing felt good.
Really good.
If he didn’t stop, I was facing a containment breach of an entirely different sort.
Landon’s hands were wrapped around my love handles, and I couldn’t breathe because I was keeping my stomach sucked in.
And the whole team was downstairs.
Chip and Trent were downstairs.
“Wait.” I rested my hands on his hips to stop his rocking.
“Too much?”
I nodded.
“Sorry.” He smiled and kissed me again. His kisses trailedfrom my mouth to my neck, and then down to my collarbone, which felt weird. I giggled.
“What?”
“Sorry. That tickles.”
He sat back, biting his lip, and glanced down at my lap.
I wished I had worn jeans instead of my joggers.
“Do you want to go somewhere less... exposed?”
“Um.”
My heart thundered.
The idea was exhilarating.
And terrifying.
Sweat beaded on my forehead.
Before I could answer, though, the sound of footsteps drumming against the basement stairs echoed up to us.
Chip poked his head into the living room, with Trent right behind him.
“Oh. Hey dude,” Chip said. He wasn’t grinning. Instead, his brows were scrunched up. “Landon, right?”
Landon cleared his throat. “Yeah.” I loved how red his cheeks were.
“Don’t let us stop you,” Trent said from behind Chip. “Dairy Queen could use some breaking in.”
My own cheeks reddened.
“Shame no one’s broken you in,” Landon muttered.
I snorted, and Chip grinned, but Trent said, “What?”
