“Jesus, you’re sweet,” he whispers against my lips. “Arch up.”
I comply and he unfastens my bra, giving him easier access to my breasts. He doesn’t take my shirt off, but his hands are doing amazing things to my nipples and his mouth is teasing mine, nipping, licking, then devouring.
I feel like I’m sliding straight into a high that I’ve never had before. My head starts to buzz, along with every nerve ending in my entire body. He eases between my legs and presses his pelvis to mine, grinding against my core, and moans as I push my hands in his hair and hold on tight.
“I want you,” he whispers as his hand glides down my belly to the waistband of my pants, but he stills and pulls his head back, staring down at me, panting.
“Why are you stopping?” Please, God, don’t you dare stop.
“Cami, I—”
He just doesn’t want me like this.
“It’s okay,” I say quickly, and wiggle out from under him, not able to look him in the face. “I get it.”
“No. You don’t.” He grips my arm, but I don’t want to look him in the eyes and see the apology there. “Cami, look at me.”
“Landon, it’s okay.” Why do I keep saying it’s okay? Because I’m so embarrassed I don’t know what to say. Except, he started it.
“Cami, I want you.” My gaze whips up to his. “I want you so bad I’m aching with it. But I don’t want to rush things. We don’t have to hurry.”
“I don’t feel like we’re rushing,” I reply. “We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now. We spend a lot of time together. Every time you walk in a room, I want to rip your clothes off. Trust me, I’m more than ready.”
He takes a deep breath, stands, and just when I think he’s going to leave, he scoops me up and carries me—carries me—up the stairs and into my bedroom.
“You are so beautiful,” he says softly, his face close to mine as he sets me on my feet near the bed, then makes quick work of our clothes. “And I want to take my time exploring every gorgeous inch of you. We’ve waited this long, there’s no need to go fast.”
“That sounds nice,” I reply as my eyes rake over his long, lean body. The feel of his muscles over his clothes is nothing at all compared to what they look like naked. “I didn’t think people really looked like that.”
“Like what?” he asks with a grin.
I just point at him. “Like they’ve been airbrushed.”
“You’re good for my ego, baby.” His eyes narrow. “You really don’t wear panties.”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
I lift one shoulder. “Panty lines. I hate them. And thongs are just damn uncomfortable.”
He laughs. “That’s my Cami, always logical.”
I bite my lip and cup his perfectly sized, not-too-big, not-too-small dick in my palm. “I’d say that by the look and feel of this, the compliment is returned,” I reply, and look up into his blue eyes. “You’re rather hard, Landon.”
“I’m hard as a fucking rock, and it’s definitely your fault,” he replies, walking me backward to the bed. “Lie down.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I lie on my back and he covers me, just like he did on the couch. But this time, there’s plenty of naked skin for both of us to explore. Hands glide and lips nibble as we discover each other.
He kisses his way down my chest, paying attention to my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingertips. My back arches off the bed. I can’t stay still as he bites my belly near my navel, then licks his way to the promise land.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
With one swipe of his tongue, I’m lost. A sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin, and I cry out, not giving even one shit about making noise. When most men would think they’ve done their part with one or two swipes of the tongue and move along, Landon proves yet again that he’s not most men. He settles in and continues to explore me with his mouth and fucking me with his tongue, then sweeping up to tease my clit and back down again.
I’m writhing, my legs shifting, hips circling. He’s making me absolutely fucking crazy. Someone shouts for more, and I’m pretty sure it’s my voice. His hands are traveling over my body, and then scoop under my ass and lift me, and I’m spread open to him like a feast.
And boy, does he feast.
Finally, when I’m nothing but a shaking, trembling hot mess, he licks and kisses up my torso, my shoulder and neck, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and that only turns me on more. I can’t get enough of him.
I grab his bare ass and try to tug him to me, but he holds strong, making growls.
“In a minute,” he says.
“Want you,” I reply.
“Oh, baby, I want you too.” And then he takes himself in his hand and rubs the tip of his dick up and down my wetness, through my lips, and up over my clit. His eyes are on mine, watching what he does to me.
“Holy shit, that’s good.”
I close my eyes, but he leans in and kisses me, then says against my lips. “I want you to open your eyes for me, sweetheart. I want you to look at me when I push inside you.”
I look up at him, and slowly, so fucking slowly, he guides himself inside me. He pushes all the way in and stops, sweating, staring down at me with a mixture of awe and pleasure and everything I’ve ever wanted to see from him.