Fool for You (Southern Bride #7) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,71
office. It sat empty, and for some crazy reason, I let my imagination run wild as I pictured it having a soft blue theme, with decorations of baby animals and flowers and even race cars placed throughout the room.
Exhaling, I walked over to the oversized window that looked out onto the backyard. I leaned against the windowsill and closed my eyes as I got lost in a dream.
“Emme?”
I let out a small scream at the sound of Landon’s voice, and I spun around, my hand over my heart. “God, you scared me to death!”
He smiled and my insides melted.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard you come in. What are you doing in here?” he asked, walking up to me and brushing a stray piece of hair back from my face. I tried not to let it show that my body was trembling at the slightest touch from this man.
Letting out a soft chuckle, I replied, “I haven’t been to your place in so long, I was surprised to see this room still empty. I thought you were going to use it for an office?”
Landon looked around the empty room with its soft beige walls. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know, I just usually work up in the game room or in the living room. I didn’t really see the need to make this into a room I won’t use.”
I nodded, knowing I shouldn’t ask the next question. “What do you plan on doing with it then?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. I mean, I’m sure someday I might need it, you know, for a kid’s room or something.”
And there went my ovaries. They exploded into a million pieces. Yes, sign me up for filling this room with little Landons, please.
I shook my crazy thoughts away—then paused for a moment. Why were they crazy? We loved each other, we were in a very physical relationship, and we were fake engaged. Or were we? With Landon giving me his demands for his groom’s cake, I was feeling more and more confused. I was also clearly moving way too fast with my thoughts. And possibly my feelings.
With a smile I asked, “How do you feel?”
Landon looked into my eyes, and my knees went weak at what I saw in his baby blues.
“I can’t stop picturing you sticking your finger in your mouth and licking that damn icing off of it. I want to roll my body in frosting and have you work your tongue all over me.”
Okay, that made me have to clench my thighs together. “Or I could drop down right here and work my tongue on something else.”
Landon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he shook his head. “No, not in this room.”
I laughed. “Why not?”
“Just not in this room, Emme.” He took my hand in his and nearly dragged me out of the empty room. He turned to the left, and before I knew it, we stood in the middle of his massive bedroom.
With a wicked smile, I reached out and started to unbutton his jeans.
“Emme, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was already picturing it. That made me feel so powerful. I wanted to bring this man to his knees with my mouth.
Landon had already taken his shoes off, so after I slid his pants down his legs, he kicked them off and away from us. I looked at the large bulge in his boxers and groaned.
He didn’t wait for me to remove them. Moving faster than I had ever seen him move before, he had the boxers off and flying across the room in seconds. I had already dropped my purse on the kitchen counter when I walked in, so I slipped my heels off and pulled my cream silk blouse out of my navy dress pants. I was glad to see I hadn’t gotten any frosting or cake on the outfit. I’d had to meet with one of my couples before I met Landon, and I hadn’t had time to go home and change first.
Landon helped me take my shirt off, and I noticed how carefully he draped it over a chair that sat in one of the corners of the room. He did the same thing with my pants. Then he turned and licked his lips, letting his eyes trail over every inch of my body.
“Fuck, you look good in a lace bra and panties, Emme. Your body is so…so beautiful.”