His big body shudders. Just a little. Like he’s restraining himself. Holding on to the last vestiges of his control. He lifts my chin so we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“You’re a thousand percent sure this is what you want?”
God, I could lose myself in his gorgeous dark eyes.
“A million percent.”
Without a word, he drops his mouth to mine. Soft and warm but also firm and greedy, like he’s been waiting for this just as long as I have. Our lips move together easily, more sure of ourselves than last time, but still with a lingering gentleness that I’ve never felt from anyone else. And one I’ll never forget.
I know I can ask him to stop and he won’t complain.
I’m positive he’ll do anything I ask—including nothing.
And that knowledge makes me want him so much more.
My arms wind around his neck as his tongue duels with mine. His much bigger body is so strong, so muscular, I should be afraid. But I’m not. Nothing about Landon frightens me. In fact, it’s the opposite. The closer we get, the safer I feel.
He skims his hands down my sides, momentarily resting on my hips.
“Allora.” He pulls away just enough to whisper against my mouth.
“Yes?”
“You have to guide us this time. I have to know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. I want this. Want you.”
He studies my face, like he’s searching for answers to questions he won’t ask out loud. Then he scoops me up and carries me to the chair by the window. He sinks down with me in his lap, wrapping one arm around my waist and using the hand of the other to caress my cheek. He doesn’t say anything for a long time, merely staring into my eyes and continuing to trace his fingers along my face.
His touch is addictive and I nestle into him, my body humming with awareness. The closeness is almost more than I can stand. I thought I had an idea what this kind of intimacy would be like with him but I was wrong. Being with him like this is a million times more intense than the kiss we shared in his kitchen. When he skims his fingertips along my thigh, he leaves a trail of goosebumps. My legs part of their own volition and he nibbles my lips as he continues to touch and explore.
“You wearing panties, baby?”
I shake my head, no. “Dress is too tight.”
“Lucky dress—and lucky me.” He slides a hand up my leg but doesn’t appear to be in any hurry to move things along. Instead,he rubs his thumb along the inside of my thigh and then gently kneads the skin there.
My mouth opens and his tongue slides in eagerly. A soft moan escapes me as our kisses intensify. I dig my fingers into his hair, pulling his head even closer as our lips nip and lick and suck. It’s sexy but also fun, in a way I can’t remember ever experiencing before. I like to kiss but kissing Landon is a new experience because every swipe of his tongue makes me desperate for more. Every time he nibbles my lower lip my body pulses with excitement.
How is he doing this to me just by kissing me?
Oh, well, except now his hand is moving, slow and steady, until he gets to the junction between my thighs. Then he takes one finger and gently slides it through my slit. Soft. A whisper against my overheated flesh.
“You’re wet,” he whispers against my lips.
“Very.” I swallow. “I need you, Landon.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Landon
There are so many things I want to do to her but I’m determined to go slow, one step at a time, checking in with her at regular intervals. And the best way to do that is by looking into her eyes, so my gaze bores into hers as I slide a finger into her. She’s so slick and snug, it’s killing me to go slow.
“Mmm.” The sound comes from deep in her chest, a cross between a moan and a whimper, and it gets me so fucking hard.
“You like that?” I move my finger in and out slowly, continuing to watch her expression.
Her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted, and her head falls back.
