Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover #2) - Stina Lindenblatt Page 0,55

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A moment later, he’s standing in nothing but a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. His socks were ripped off his feet at the same time he removed his jeans.

His well-endowed cock strains against his underwear, to the point where I’m expecting him to rip through the fabric.

Let me help you with that.

I reach for them at the same time Landon lowers the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple to his eager mouth.

And all thoughts of getting him out of his boxer briefs are temporarily derailed.

With his tongue teasing my nipple, he guides me to the bed behind me and makes it clear that he wants me to lie down.

Before I have a chance to do just that, his talented fingers have me out of my bra in record time. He reaches for the lamp on his bedside table and turns it on. A soft glow fills the room, washing away the one from the moon.

While he’s busy opening his drawer, I move to the center of the bed.

He removes several square metallic wrappers from a box, shucks off his boxer briefs, and climbs onto the bed to straddle my calves.

I groan in my chest at his perfection, the cut of his muscles in his abs, chest, shoulders. His arms and legs are pretty damn fine, too.

His fingers make deft work of removing my panties, sliding them along my legs. They disappear somewhere over the edge of the bed.

At the way he openly appraises my body, an awkwardness shimmers through me. It’s been a while since a man has seen me naked.

On instinct, my hands move to cover me, but I don’t get that far. Sensing what I’m about to do, Landon grabs them and returns them to the bed.

“No covering yourself.” His low, gravelly voice leaves me squirming on the bed, all shades of turned-on. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Chloe.” He doesn’t say it as though he’s surprised by that.

His tone implies that he never expected otherwise—no matter how I looked naked, he would’ve felt the same way.

A small whimper escapes my lips, too soft for him to hear.

He moves back slightly, grabs my ankles, and spreads my legs open. His hungry eyes devour every inch of me. The whimper that escapes me this time is louder, more demanding. Heat and wetness rush to my core, leaving me writhing on the bed, desperate for relief.

The lazy smile returns to Landon’s face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me—and he doesn’t appear too repentant about it.

He gently plants a soft kiss midway between the apex of my legs and my knee. The kisses continue northward, each one eliciting a shiver through me.

At the junction between my legs, he plants one final kiss. This one is on my clit.

He licks it, and my hips jerk up off the bed. He parks his hand on one hip, pinning it down. His tongue continues working on my mound, driving me into a frenzy. I’m writhing and moaning and knotting my fingers in his hair.

He laughs softly, his breath brushing my swollen clit, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Oh, God,” is the only coherent phrase I manage to say, if you can call it coherent.

And because he apparently hasn’t finished driving me insane with need, Landon pushes a finger against my opening and adds another one.

As his tongue has its way with me, Landon pulls his fingers out a few inches, then plunges them inside me again. He curves them slightly, finding the spot that causes all the tight threads to unravel. Hard.

A blinding white heat rushes through me, searing me to the core, and I cry out his name.

At first, I’m floating like ash in the air after a volcano explodes. All the tiny pieces separating in the breeze, unable to find any real form again.

But bit by slow bit, my body resumes its previous shape, and I skink back to the bed. I give Landon my own liquid smile, too boneless to do much else for the moment. He chuckles, pride clearly stamped on his face.

He rips open the condom wrapper and smoothly rolls the rubber onto his thick length. I run the tip of my tongue along my lower lip, imagining what it will taste like if I lick the head of his cock. Picturing in my head the sounds he would make if I took it into my mouth.

He rejoins me on the bed and positions himself between my legs. He then slowly enters me, letting my body adjust