away - and then, as if I'm a boomerang, give in.
Yes...
Our lips meet and remeet with a rightness that's old. Kissing him is in its own category. The way his tongue guides mine. How his hands wrap around me, hold me and stroke me so tightly that I find myself trembling.
Oh... fuck.
Pull away - I have to. The last of my self-control is ebbing away. But every new kiss, every stroke, every action of his produces an equal and opposite reaction in me - one that can't be avoided.
I've wanted this for so long. Missed this. Needed this.
He tips his forehead to mine and, eyes meeting mine, murmurs, "I've been wanting to do that for too damn long."
Chapter 7
Landon
Kyra's eyes narrow into a glare, although the corners of her mouth stay turned-up, teasing. "One week is too damn long?"
Shit. Why did I say that? Even if it was true, how could I be idiot enough to think that saying it would lead to anything good?
It's just that when I'm with Kyra, I forget myself. Forget everything else.
"Longer than that," I admit, ending it off with a kiss.
Fucking hell do her lips feel good against mine. Her tongue is the perfect partner, too, the yin to my yang. She gives and she takes. She follows and she leads.
Yes, this is the same Kyra who was my girl all those years ago - but she's different, too.
Our fingertips enmesh, lift over each other. I kiss her to the wall and pin her there.
Her eyes are half-lidded - with pleasure, with a bit of anger, who knows. All I know is where I want to be: inside her.
"Landon," she says suddenly, pushing me away.
I pause, even though I can feel, like a magnet, a force pulling me right back to her. I need to touch her, kiss her. Be with her.
"Just not enemies," she says, narrowed eyes scanning my face.
"Just not enemies," I repeat, ignoring the weird wrench in the pit of my gut.
"Good," she says.
And then she kisses me. This kiss is different from before - more uninhibited, holding nothing back. I find my hands going under her ass, picking her up. I walk her over to my chair, sit her down.
I spangle kisses along her neck, using a bit of teeth. She groans, her hands exploring the contours of my muscles.
I unzip her dress. She pauses. Our eyes lock.
Can she feel it - the urge practically ripping me apart - to take in every bare bit of her, commit it to memory, take it, enjoy it, claim it for myself?
All I know is that she's wearing way too many clothes. I strip her bare.
Dress, then bra, then panties. Then - I can't help it - I stand there and enjoy her.
"You finished yet?" she says with a smirk.
"Not nearly," I growl.
My lips refind hers, my hands her breasts. Wow. They're just as I remembered - only better. All of her is. Her curves, the light freckles on her shoulders, the devilish curl of her pouty-lipped smile.
How could I ever have been OK with not seeing this again, not having it to myself?
Of course, the plan was never to...
Stop. I can't let myself go there. She's here now, with me now. That's the important thing. The only thing.
She tastes like the chocolate cake we ate, and smells like some sort of berry I'd die happy eating.
My face nestles against her breasts, and I inhale her scent. Then, my mouth suctions onto a nipple.
"Landon," she groans.
Goddamn do I love the sound of my name in her mouth. I want more of it.
I pinch her other nipple and she groans again. I'm rock-hard and she hasn't so much as touched my cock.
Lips and tongue work together to suck her breast, my hand enjoying the round firmness of the other.
Then my hands wander down and we freeze. Fuck. This is it.
Our gazes meet.
Hers says: Dare you.
Oh, I dare.
"Landon," she groans again as my fingers skid across her opening.
"Fucking wet as fuck," I growl with approval.
The only question is... is her pussy...
My fingers go in and a pleased grunt rolls out of me. Yep, as responsive as ever. As I finger her, Kyra sinks back into the chair, head rolled back.
Hell yeah is that what I like to see. I finger her fast and hard and rough, as moan after moan falls out of her mouth. Her lips are slack, panting.
"Oh yeah?" I say, and when her whole body starts shaking, I can't take it anymore.
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