the bathroom door, and nearly jumped back to find Landon standing there. His lips were pursed into a thin line, and his eyes burned with… an emotion I couldn’t name.
“What?”
The edges of his mouth lifted, and he held his hand up. My mouth went dry at the image of his big, strong hand gripping the glass dildo, my pulse leaping to life in my throat.
“Oh,” I said, realizing that it must’ve fallen out of my purse when I tossed it onto the bed. I guessed I didn’t have to wonder how, exactly, I’d tell him about the toy.
I reached out, wrapping my fingers around it, but he didn’t let go. Instead, without a word, he slowly shook his head. And now I knew the emotion burning in his eyes was lust, hot and intense.
He tipped his head toward the bed, and I obeyed, walking to the foot of it and turning to face him. Gently, he nudged me onto the bed, backing me up so that the back of my knees hit the mattress and I was forced to sit. He leaned down, claiming my mouth with his own, burying his hands in my hair as I opened to him, his tongue slipping over mine.
I moaned, and then we were tumbling backward, his body over mine. He slid me up the bed, somehow without breaking the kiss. Our hands were everywhere, mine raking up his back as his slid down my body. He must’ve dropped the toy onto the bed, because both hands slid up under my shirt, slipping it over my head. With one hand he unhooked my bra, and then I was bare. I reached for his shirt, but he shook his head, pushing my hands off of him.
“This is about you,” he said, his voice rough as sandpaper. “I came here for you, and I intend to show you exactly how I feel.”
I dropped back onto the mattress, my head resting on a pillow. He kissed me again, his teeth nipping at my lips, and then moved his mouth across my jaw, my ear, down my throat. I twisted the blanket in my hands, forcing my arms to stay at my sides as he kissed his way down my body. He took his time, the kisses soft and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I wanted, again, to yank his clothes off, to feel him bury himself in me, and it was impossible to lay back as his lips circled my nipple, as he took it between his teeth.
I groaned, reaching for his shoulders and trying to pull him back up to me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist, force him to plunge into me.
Instead he took my hands and pushed them off of him. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, moving over to my other breast, teasing and twisting the nipple in his teeth.
“I want you,” I said, twisting beneath him. My skin was hot to the touch, my breath coming in heavy rasps. Maybe it was because we’d been apart these last couple of days, but my need burned hot and insistent, and I wanted him to skip all the foreplay and just fuck me, with all the anger and force of the last time we’d been together.
“Not yet,” he replied, irritatingly calm. I knew he wanted me, too—could feel the hard ridge of his cock each time he shifted his weight.
His mouth was hot yet agonizingly gentle as he kissed his way down, pausing over my belly button. I dug my hands into the blankets, gripping and twisting, trying to restrain myself as his mouth skimmed across the waistline of my jeans.
It wasn’t possible to be more turned on, and he hadn’t even gotten my pants off yet.
I lifted my hips as she slid them down my legs, my panties going with it.
And then I was naked in front of him, his mouth as on my hip bone, his breath hot against my skin. He pushed my thighs apart, so that my knees fell open, and I was exposed to him. I lifted my head, watching him.
He looked up, his eyes finding mine, his expression sparking as if he knew I enjoyed watching. Enjoyed seeing him down at my thighs, as his mouth covered my skin. I shifted my weight, pushing another pillow under my head, so that I was partially propped up and could keep my eyes on him.
I watched as his mouth trailed across my inner thigh. I tensed as