“We seriously came all the way up here so you could sign one piece of paper?” I ask.
“Gotta love the Navy,” Landon replies grimly. “Shall we go find lunch?”
“Maybe we can check into the hotel early?” I suggest, my wheels turning. “The men in that office recognized you.”
“I was stationed up here for a couple of years,” he replies. “Some of them worked here then.”
“Do you miss it?” I ask, turning in my seat so I can see him.
“Living up here? No. The weather is worse than in Portland.”
“That’s not what I mean. Do you miss the Navy?”
Landon sighs and rubs his fingers over his lips. “There are days that I miss it a lot,” he replies honestly. “I miss some of the guys. There are things about Italy that I loved. And it’s only been a couple of months, so I guess it’s safe to say that I’m still adjusting.”
He pulls into the hotel parking lot before I can ask any more questions. We check in and find our room, which is nicer than any room I’ve stayed in before.
“You booked us a suite,” I say in surprise.
“Might as well make it worth the drive,” he replies with a wink, then pulls me to him and hugs me close. “Okay, spill it. What’s going on in that gorgeous brain of yours?”
“What if I’m just a stand-in for the Navy? I don’t want to be a replacement to keep you busy because you’re sad about what you lost.” I can’t believe the words came out of my mouth. I look up to find Landon frowning thoughtfully, watching me closely. “I’m not saying that that’s how you’re making me feel. You’ve been so great. But the thought is there. I just don’t want you to wake up one morning and realize that this thing between you and me has been fun, but it’s served its purpose.”
“Come here.” He takes my hand and leads me to the sofa on the far side of the room, and doesn’t just sit next to me, he tugs me into his lap and wraps his arms around me tightly. “Cami, it’s recently occurred to me that joining the Navy and moving away was a replacement for you.” My gaze whips up to his in surprise. “You were too young for me, and going into the Navy was the right thing to do, but you were what I wanted. I had such a crush on you.”
“No way.”
He raises a brow. “I’m not lying to you. I won’t lie to you. You didn’t know because it was easy to keep my feelings to myself from thousands of miles away.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart. I’m simply trying to reassure you that you are not a replacement for the Navy, or for flying. Do I miss it? Sometimes, yes. But I have you. I have my family, and a job that I surprisingly enjoy for now. I’m not discontent, and I don’t want you to think that I am, even for a minute. You are way more than a diversion, Camille.”
I grin. “I hate that name.”
“I don’t.”
I drag my fingertips down his face, feeling as if the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. “I’ve always envied the way you take risks.”
“I probably take too many risks,” he murmurs. “And you rarely take them at all.”
“That seems to be changing lately,” I reply, and grin as a genius idea occurs to me. I kiss his cheek, then his neck. “Maybe you’re a bad influence on me.”
“Oh, I can pretty much guarantee that’s true,” he replies, then sighs when I nibble on his collarbone. I slip off his lap and onto my knees, between his legs, and lift his shirt up, exposing his stellar abs.
“These are delicious.” I lick him, from sternum to navel, and smile when he groans. My fingers slip inside the waist of his jeans, then unfasten them and spread them open. He’s already hard. “No underwear?”
“You’ve been a bad influence on me too,” he replies, his blue eyes hot with lust. He licks his lips as I drag my lips from his scrotum, up the thick vein in his cock to the head, and then I lick him lightly. “Holy shit.”
“I have oral skills I haven’t showed you yet,” I inform him as he shimmies his jeans down his hips and I take him in my hand firmly. “Don’t make me stop.”
“Oh, honey, I’m not going to make you stop.”
“I mean, when you’re close, don’t make me stop. I want to taste you.”
“Fuck me,” he groans as I sink down on him, just taking the head in my mouth and running my tongue over the tip, then around the rim. I watch him bite his lip and throw his head back as I sink farther and swallow around him, massaging him with my mouth.
Oral sex is empowering. I love watching his face as awe, surprise, and pure unadulterated lust wash through him. His hips begin to move, slow at first, then picking up their rhythm as he fucks my mouth. I slip one hand under his balls, massaging gently, and rubbing my finger over the sensitive skin beneath, while my other hand continues to jack him and I suck him.
His hands dive into my hair, but he doesn’t force me down, he simply holds on, as if he doesn’t know what else to do with his hands. He’s completely lost to me, and it’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“I want to fuck you now, Cami,” he says, but I don’t stop. I keep sucking and licking, hard and then soft, driving him mad. I can taste the little drops of dew that escape, and I know that he’s close.