to be so far away from them. I need to make more of an effort to come see them. It isn't that far of a drive.”
“I hate to even take you to see my family after this. It's so different. They aren't bad people. They just aren't warm and friendly like yours.”
“Well, you didn't turn out half bad so they can't be too horrible.”
“Not half bad, huh?” he asked, nibbling on my ear. “I'd love to show you just how bad I can be. Just you wait until I get you home.” He thrust his hips, pressing his hard length into my ass cheek, and I groaned. “Stay with me Saturday night when we get home?”
“Yeah, I'll stay.”
“Good, because I don't really want to take you in the back of my SUV, but I swear if you said you had to be back at the ranch Saturday night, I would if I had to. I can't wait to bury myself in your amazing ass.”
17
Miller
The drive home seemed to take forever. We laughed and talked about Landon's family and listened to music, but still, it was like time crawled. The rest of the time we spent there was fun. We watched football and old movies, and I even spent a little time out in the greenhouse with Lawrence. Carol Anne brought out her old scrapbooks, and I got to see tons of pictures of Landon growing up.
We’d played with the kids and eaten more pie than I thought possible. It had been fun, and I had enjoyed myself, but all I could really think of was getting Landon home, and in my bed. Once I made the decision to stop holding back, I didn't want to wait. The closer we got to my house, the more I told myself I would not jump him the second we arrived. I wasn't an animal, no matter how I felt. And he deserved something better than that.
“So, do you want to stop and get something to eat before we go to the house?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“No,” he replied. “We have the food Mom sent with us if we get hungry, you know, later.”
“Later,” I repeated back. Guess I wasn't the only one in a hurry.
I was still convincing myself not to pounce when he made his move. As soon as the door to the house shut behind me, he spun, pushing me against it. He pressed his body to mine, and then he ran his nose up my neck. “You’re driving me crazy with all this hot and cold bullshit, Miller. I'm through playing games. Do you want me or not?”
I spun us around taking control of the situation. “I thought I was pretty clear the other night when I told you I wanted you,” I said.
“You did, but then you didn't seem so interested a little bit ago. The closer we got to your house, the further you pulled back. I could feel it.”
“Landon, that wasn't me not being interested or playing games. That was me trying to exhibit a little self-control to keep from going all caveman on you and carrying you off to my bed the second we arrived.”
He smirked at me and said, “Hmm, maybe I like a little caveman every now and then.”
I chuckled and then shut him up the only way I knew how, with my mouth covering his. “Damn, you taste good, Landon.”
He moaned into my mouth as he grabbed my hips and pulled me tighter against him, grinding his erection into mine. “Fuck, Miller, take me to bed. I need you.”
“If you're sure,” I said.
“Oh, I'm sure.”
I kissed him again, and he returned the kiss with a passion that told me how badly he wanted this. At least I wasn't the only one. I stepped back and held out my hand. “Well, come on then.” He took my hand and let me lead him down the hall to the master bedroom. Once we were there, I reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Then he did the same to me. Our bodies came together, skin against skin, and it felt like coming home.
“I need more,” he moaned. “I need you naked.” He reached for the button on my pants and made short work of getting them off, and then he pushed my underwear down as well. I stepped out of them and stood before him. He ran his eyes down my body. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said reverently as he