Enemy's Secret - Ashlee Price Page 0,31

bit away to gaze out the window, and hopefully hide my overawed face.

How is this my life, and how is it so awesome? The dress, the dinner, Landon, all these fun dates - the funnest I've ever had. Landon.

We just... work together. In a way that defies explanation.

"Tub's ready," Landon says, starting to shed his clothes, "when you are."

I turn, grinning, enjoying his toned physique and strong arms. He has a six pack that could be on the cover of an exercise magazine. "I'm ready."

When life's so great, it's hard to believe - enjoy it.

"How are you inside already?" I ask, dipping a toe into the peach-scented bubble-filled waters and wincing.

"Brute force." Landon smirks.

"It's going to take me a minute," I say, shedding the robe and trying to dip my toe a bit further in.

It is way, way, way hot. Though I'm sure once my body is more used to the temperature, I'll love it.

"Don't rush," Landon says easily, his hazel eyes steady on my bare curves.

"Perv," I tease, splashing him.

"Careful." He splashes me back and I squeal.

"Come and get me," he shoots back.

And - screw it - I do. I throw myself in, wincing at the insane scalding heat ripping through me, but it's worth it to see the look on his face as I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his: shock, delight, arousal.

The kiss, of course, makes any lingering burning from the water fall away.

By the time we separate, the water is just the right temperature. Landon wraps his arms around me. "Hey."

"Hey."

"I like kissing you."

"What a coincidence." I giggle. God, I'd seem like a complete idiot to anyone watching. But I don't care. I'm happy, stupidly, crazily happy. "I like kissing you too."

"Good." Landon's lips land on mine. "Because these lips aren't going anywhere."

We kiss and we kiss and we kiss. Our tongues entwine. We kiss each other's necks and ears. Our hands explore each other's bodies. His cock is hard, and it only makes sense, me sitting on him, for it to slip inside.

Oh... fuck.

Pleasure explodes through me.

Our eyes lock.

"Oh yeah?" I say, breathless already.

"Fuck yeah," he says, flexing inside me.

I ride him. Swaying my hips side to side, I grind onto him nice and deep. It feels so, so good.

His pleased grunts are hot as hell too. He grips my hips, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Kyra. Fucking Kyra. You're... fuck... I can't get enough of you."

I start riding him even harder. His face twists. "You're... fucking amazing. Don't stop, baby. You're fucking amazing. The best. I... you... yes..."

My own moans drown out the rest of what he was saying. I'm there. Almost there. Oh. Fuck. Yes.

All at once, I'm not at the summit, I'm over it, peaking all over him - "Yes, and yes, and yes!"

He slaps my ass, slapping the rest of it out of me, the orgasm I didn't even realize I was still holding inside me. "Yes!"

And still, after, I still have more in me. I ride him harder, and his face tenses once again with pleasure. "How do you... Fuck, Kyra. Fucking sexiest... best... I love you. I fucking love you."

And as our eyes bore into each other, as the shock of his words tumbles around my head, as I come on him and he comes inside of me, all I can think is that there's nothing in this world that's ever felt as right as this.

**

I awake to something hard against my ass. Something I want.

Even half-asleep as I am, my body knows what it wants. I nuzzle my ass against his cock and it slips right inside my pussy.

Whoa. Yeah.

At first, just shallowly, he teases my pussy. In and out. A bit in, then out. Fuck.

I'm already so wet.

I shove myself back onto him, so that he's in me deeper, better, more. He grunts. I moan.

This, this is what I need. This is what makes sense of everything else.

Fuck logic and sense and 'should' - this is what decides things.

Landon wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. In and out, deep and deeper. Our bodies slap together and he caresses my breasts, my ass. We're one movement, one forward motion. One undeniable urge satisfying itself. Yes. Fucking yes.

"That's it," Landon murmurs into my ear, "That's my girl."

And it's just like before, only not. It's even better.

He runs his hands along my curves like worship. He moves me around, angles my torso and legs like I'm a doll. Although nothing gets him