Fool for You (Southern Bride #7) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,44

I placed my hand on the door and closed my eyes.

Slow. We needed to go slow, even though everything in me told me to knock on the door and take what was mine.

Emmerson

I LEANED AGAINST the door of the hotel room as I focused on pulling in one breath after another. Lord, could that man kiss.

It took everything in me not to throw the door open, grab Landon, and pull him into my room. The more I thought about my best friend, the more I realized I’d had these feelings buried deep down for some time now, and I wanted to explore each and every one of them, damn it.

With a sigh, I pushed off the door and headed into the room. “Slow, Emmerson. You need to take things slow.”

I dropped down onto the bed and groaned. Every part of my body ached for Landon. In ways I had never known my body could ache for anyone.

“A long, hot bath. That’s what you need,” I said to myself as I sat up. The giant soaker tub in the spa-like bathroom was exactly what I needed to clear my head.

After I stripped out of my clothes, I walked into the large bathroom and started the bath water. I grabbed a towel to wrap around my body as I waited for the tub to fill.

What I really needed was some lavender oil or a large bottle of wine. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight. Even though it was after two in the morning and I was exhausted, I knew I would lie in bed and do nothing but dream about Landon’s mouth on mine. I had wanted him to do wicked things to me when he kissed me in the limo—goodness, I could hardly believe the things that went through my mind in the span of that way-too-short kiss.

Once the bathtub was filled, I slipped the towel off and climbed into the steaming water. The moment I sank down, I let out a long sigh. “Oh, where have you been all night?” I asked no one.

After sitting there with my eyes closed for a few moments, I felt my body finally relax. Once all the tension slipped away, I let my mind replay the events of the night.

The way I had felt when Claire started to bid on Landon. Pure anger.

The way my body came to life when he kissed me on the dance floor. An out-of-body experience.

The way Landon pressed his body to mine when he kissed me goodnight. Desire and need blossomed once again in the depths of my stomach.

With my eyes still closed, I slowly dipped my hand into the hot water and moved it down my stomach as I spread my legs. The moment my finger brushed over my clit, I gasped and then bit down on my lip.

I slowly and ever so gently rubbed the tip of my finger over the bundle of wound-up nerves and let out a soft moan before Landon’s name slipped free and floated through the bathroom.

It wasn’t going to take me long to come; I was that horny.

Just as I felt the familiar build-up, a loud knock came from the door to my room. I pulled my hand up and stood so quickly, I damn near fell out of the tub.

“Emmerson?”

I pulled my brows in as I shook my head. Was I…was I dreaming?

Another knock came, this one louder, before he said my name again. “Emme, is everything okay? Emmerson!”

I quickly grabbed my towel as I got out of the tub, trying not to slip on the now-wet floor tiles.

After a quick look through the peephole to make sure he was alone, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“Landon? Is everything okay?” I asked.

He pushed his way in and shut the door.

He looked around the room and then back at me. His eyes went wide when he saw I was in nothing but a towel, still soaking wet. “I called. You didn’t answer.” He looked me over, and I could see his eyes turning dark with desire.

With a giggle, I replied, “I needed a hot bath to try to unwind after this whole night.”

Landon swallowed hard and gave a wobbly head nod. “You’re wet.”

Oh, how I could totally run with a comment like that. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of lounge pants and a white T-shirt. A white T-shirt that showed off his massive, broad chest. I had seen Landon without