Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,14

two others first,” I said, and it came out like an accusation. “You could’ve started here.”

“True,” he said, pursing his lips. “But I needed to build my brand first. It was an uphill battle to build the center so far from Seattle. My investors were skeptical that we’d draw the clientele we need. Without a brand to attract the sort of names who have already signed endorsement deals, it would’ve folded.”

“You could’ve come back sooner,” I said, resisting the urge to add for me.

“I couldn’t.” He edged closer. “But I wanted to.”

And then he kissed me, his lips soft against mine. At first. Then the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping into my mouth. His hands tangled into my hair, and I leaned into him, wanting more. Wanting so much more, wanting him to wrap his arm around me.

Wanting to lose myself in him, even though I knew this was insane. I couldn’t resist him now anymore than I’d been able to three years ago. I had always been putty in Landon’s hands.

One of those hands slid downward, kneading into my back. I moaned against his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, fighting to stay sitting, to not close the gap between us and climb onto his lap.

Without breaking our kiss, he yanked my chair forward. The seats didn’t have armrests, and with how close we were, my knees slid up over his legs, forcing my thighs apart.

I wasn’t quit sitting astride him, but so tantalizingly close. He groaned and cupped my ass, pulling me all the way onto his lap.

I gasped, feeling his erection against me, struggling against the urge to squirm, to give me some friction.

He held my ass in his hands, rhythmically pushing me closer, as if to ask me to pick up a rhythm, give him that same friction I wanted. His mouth trailed over my neck, as wet and hot as I was already. I arched into him, turning my face away to allow him to nip at my ear, his lips sliding lower, soft and wet as he kissed across my collarbone, down to the edge of my shirt.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, pulling my top down just enough to kiss the round swell of my breasts.

I buried my fingers in his hair as I bucked over top of him, wishing our clothing wasn’t keeping us apart. I curled my legs round him, wanting him closer.

But we were on his back patio, and although it was private, it still felt so very public.

As if he’d read my mind, he stood, easily picking me up with him. I hooked my legs together behind his back as his hands slid under my ass. He kissed me again, possessing my mouth as he carried me through the patio door, kicking it shut behind us.

Moments later we tumbled onto the deep pile rug in his living room, me pinned beneath him, his breathing ragged. And then he kissed me again, his hands sliding down my sides and up under my shirt. He pushed it upward, exposing the red lace of my bra. He kissed my breasts, and I tipped my head back, staring upward at the ceiling as my pulse roared in my ears.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hand slipping behind my back and unhooking my bra.

The air was cold against my bare, skin, my nipples hardening before he could cover one with his mouth, his tongue hot and wet as it circled the tip.

I wanted him.

Now.

I slipped my hand under his shirt, gliding my fingers up over the rippling muscles of his abs. His skin was fiery hot to the touch, and I pulled his shirt over his head. He broke his kiss on my breasts, just long enough to get his shirt off before he began kissing a trail down my stomach, his breath hot against my belly. My body throbbed, painfully aware of his every touch, his every breath.

It was all too slow. I wanted him to yank my clothes off, plunge inside me, fill the place where I ached. Fill me the way he had never done before.

We’d come so close that one time—but never as far as I’d wanted. As I needed.

And I’d dreamed so many times that it could happen between us, thought about it so much that I’d thought I was going insane. But now it was really happening now and I was powerless to stop what my body had been crying out for.

He slid my pants off,