Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,38

the end they were totally on team Noah and Allie.

We walked to the door hand in hand, and at the window, Landon paid for both tickets. He bought popcorn and candy and sodas, and then we strolled through the double doors of the theater.

The place was empty, so we settled into a back seat. Landon wrapped his arm around me, pushing the armrest up from between us, so I could settle against his chest.

The opening credits rolled across the screen, as if the movie had waited for us to start.

“You didn’t tell me it was in French,” I whispered.

“It’s an independent theater,” he said, and without looking I could tell he was smiling. “Just be happy you picked the romance. The drama was in Dutch.”

I snickered. He let his hand fall down my arm, skimming along my skin so that I turned to look up at him. He tipped my chin back further, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

It was soft, tender, slow. It was more like a first kiss, as if we hadn’t done so much more over the last few days.

And yet it made my heart explode, made me think of a future with him where we did this more than once. Where he called me his girlfriend and took me on dates, showing me in public, rather than the two of us slinking around in the shadows.

We pulled apart, and then I leaned back against him, his arms holding me up against him.

I wanted to live in this moment forever.

Chapter 4

Later that night, Landon led me into his house, one finger hooked around mine. Like we were halfway between holding hands and letting go.

Or maybe like it was a comfortable thing. Like he didn’t have to lay claim to me, but instead we’d fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Which was… terrifying. Because at the end of the day, there was nothing holding us together. I’d decided to get comfortable with him, to stop second-guessing how this would all go.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted so badly to trust this man. My brother had warned me away. My instincts had warned me away. I turned in the entry, following as we headed up the stairs to the master bedroom.

To his bedroom. The word master fit him too well. He was master of his world… master of me.

There was something different tonight, compared to the way he’d been in his office only hours before. He wasn’t in a rush, dragging me up the stairs.

But he wasn’t hesitant, either. He knew I’d follow him, and he walked with purpose, steadily leading me toward his room.

And yet even though I’ve had him, just hours earlier—even though I should’ve been satisfied--the need and want battled in my veins as we walk into his room. My mouth grew dry even as I could feel my panties grow damp. He was still only keeping his finger hooked around mine, and yet I was dying for him.

He turned to me, his hands sliding over my elbows so that he could back me up against his bed. My calves brushed the soft, luxurious textures of his bedding.

“Today, in my office,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I fucked you hard and fast. Tonight, I’m going to take my time with you.”

I could do nothing more than nod, mute.

My breath disappeared from my lungs. He pushed me back, so that I fell against the bed. The blankets swelled up around me, so that I felt as if I’d fallen into a snow bank, but instead of cold, it was nothing but soft, burning heat.

His body pressed down against mine, as one hand slid up my body, his fingers curling around the back of my neck. “God you’re beautiful.”

Heat swelled inside, and I tried to steady my jagged breaths. Tried to slow down, the way he seemed to be, to enjoy the silk of his hands traveling my body, his softer kisses. It took so little to make me want him, to leave me begging for him to settle himself between my legs.

Yet I knew, tonight he would not rush this.

Tonight would be different.

“Did you think of me during the years I was gone?” His breath was hot and heavy, possessive. He wanted to hear how much I thought of him, of the two of us between the sheets, skin on skin.

I wanted to shove him away. Or deny it. But I was hot, panting, desperate for him.

“Yes,” I breathed. “All the time.”

And it wasn’t