Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,20

do you have to do tomorrow?” he asked. “You work for me. Maybe I’ll give you tomorrow off.”

That’s when I realized that Landon didn’t know.

He had no idea that I was leaving, that it was over. He still thought he was the one holding all the cards, the one with all of the power over me.

“Fine,” I said. “Either way, I’m going to bed now.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice a throaty growl.

My nipples stiffened and I realized that I actually wanted him to do it. Wanted him to come to bed with me, there and then. One last time before I left him for good.

It seemed somehow fitting that I would do to Landon exactly what he’d done to me three years ago. Spend the night together and then leave town the next day without so much as a wave goodbye.

“Okay,” I said. I went inside and Landon followed quietly behind me.

His hands trailed to my hips as we walked over the creaky floorboards, past Matt’s bedroom and finally to my own room. I went inside and he followed, before closing the door behind us.

Now it was just him and me, alone in my bedroom together.

“Kind of like old times,” he said softly, raising an eyebrow.

I didn’t smile at his joke.

Without breaking his gaze, I reached down, unbuttoning my t-shirt and slipping it off my shoulders. He didn’t move, as if he was rooted to the spot. The cool air of the room blew over me, causing goosebumps.

Or maybe it was the intensity of his gaze.

I stepped away from the window, unzipping my skirt and dropping it to the floor.

And then he was walking towards me. His slacks hung perfectly on his hips. As he got closer, he began loosening his tie.

He stared at me for a long moment, then slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks and set them down on my desk nearby.

We didn’t speak. Not as he traced a thumb across my jaw, his own jaw hardening as he clenched his teeth.

We didn’t speak as he slid a hand over my bra strap, sliding it down my shoulders.

And I barely breathed as he leaned forward, his lips crashing into mine as his hands curled around my back, yanking me against him.

He was hard already, and I could feel his pulse against my fingers as I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, wanting him closer. He backed me up until I sat down hard on my bed with a loud creak from the worn springs.

I set my hands on the mattress, leaning back to allow him access to my breasts as he unsnapped my bra and it tumbled to the floor.

He didn’t hesitate to lean down, sucking on my breast. But this time, he wasn’t gentle, wasn’t slow. I gasped as he bit down, hard enough I was sure it would leave a mark, something to remember him by when I was alone in Dallas.

There was something more aggressive about him today, power and hunger emanating off him in waves.

Or maybe it was simply that we’d gone down this path before, that he was confident I wanted this in the same way he did.

He slid me forward, until I was barely perched on the edge of the bed, and let me fall back, so that my elbows were now on the bed, and my legs parted for him. He climbed onto me and pushed against me, grinding the hard line of his cock against my damp underwear.

He pulled on my hair, forcing my head back so that he could kiss against my throat, his breath coming in heavy, deep groans.

“Shhhh…” I said, putting my fingers up to his parted lips.

My own breathing turned jagged as I squirmed against him. He was driving me insane, pushing me toward the edge and I still had my underwear on, my breasts exposed.

And yet he was still dressed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his slacks concealing the thing I wanted most.

I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with greedy hands. But he reached down and stopped me. “I want to taste you,” he said softly, kneeling in front of the bed now.

I felt exposed, wishing the lights were off as I sat there, gasping as he pressed his mouth against my clit. Even though the thin satin underwear, his mouth was hot. I gripped the bed harder, raking in a jagged breath of air.

He spread his fingers across my hips, slipping his fingers into the elastic edge