“I want you on this counter...”Kiss. “in my bed...”Kiss. “but more importantly...” Landon sucks air in through his gritted teeth like he’s almost losing control but regains it. “I want you every day… Always have and always will. And I’m done sitting back as your ‘best friend’...fuck that.”
He practically growls that last part out, and, with that said, his hand grabs my chin and his lips clash against mine hungrily. I gasp my surprise into his mouth, the act giving way for his tongue to sweep in, searching for mine. His words and caresses have lit my skin on fire, and I need more. Pulling back only enough to turn me toward him, this next kiss lands tender, with a gentle, achingly sweet pressure.
“Do you want me to stop?” Hungry eyes explore mine.
“Wow...” I whisper breathlessly and smile, reaching up to touch my lips. His eyes center on the movement.
“More...” He rumbles back, diving in again, claiming and exploring every inch of my mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth, lighting my core on fire. Who knew Landon could be so…so…? My brain can’t find the word.
Sensing my sudden need, his big hands stretch down and grasp the back of my thighs, lifting and securing my legs around his waist only to settle my ass on the edge of the counter. I’m probably sitting on oregano, and I couldn’t give a fuck.
Fantasies do not do this man justice. His hands slide up over my knees and outer thighs torturously slow. He grabs my hips, pressing us so tightly together the seam of my jean shorts burns into my most sensitive places. We both groan into each other’s lips at the close, but not close enough, feeling.
“The other day after practice,”Kiss. “I wanted to suck the raindrops off these lips...” He rushes out the words as if he doesn’t have enough breath to even speak them between kisses.He runs all ten of his fingers through my hair.Shit that feels nice.He angles my head up and back to have better access to my throat, which he kisses from base to chin.Oh, that’s good.
“Every time I catch you in just a towel,” he groans, “it takes every ounce of willpower to not push you against the wall, rip it off your hot little body, and kiss every damn inch of skin you obliviously tease me with.” He presses into me with his hips again. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
Hell yes I can.
Starving lips devour mine as he begins to rock against my center. I could combust right here and now, and not an ounce of clothing has been removed. This man is going to devastate me if we get naked.
Setting both hands on the counter beside my hips, he turns the kiss tender, then stops and looks at me with the hungriest blue eyes I have ever seen.Fucking take me now.We are all but gasping for air. Catching his breath, he smiles and states, “Get dressed. We’re going out to dinner.” He leans back in to peck my lips but pulls himself away with effort.
“What?” I utter, breathlessly confused.
“If we stay here, there won’t be dinner.” He flashes me one of his best devilish grins that girls swoon over. “At least not spaghetti.”
“Oh...”OH...My core clenches.Okay. I could skip dinner.I blush.
“Don’t worry.” He rubs a thumb across my bottom lip. “I’m not done with you yet.” Landon pulls me off the counter and sets my wobbly feet on the floor, making sure I’m steady before he turns to head toward his room. Tossing a heated glance full of dark promise over his shoulder, he adds with a devilish grin, “But I will take you out on a proper date before I fuck you.”
Holy.
Fuck.