through it. His touch is ginger, delicate, a far cry from what I would have expected from the self-confident playboy. I let my tongue brush his bottom lip, and he gently pushes me back onto the bed, his hands trailing my body with a gentleness that’s enough to make me want to start crying again. Like he doesn’t want to hurt me.
No, more than that; like he wants to keep me from ever being hurt again.
My hands go to his shirt, but he stops me, pulling away for a moment to look at me. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly. “I don’t want to-”
I kiss him again. “Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Landon, please.” It’s more than a want at this point, it’s a need, and not just because of what I witnessed with Hunter. This has been a long time coming.
I can feel him smirk against me. “As you wish.”
I snort, laughing even as I help him get his shirt off. He tosses it to the side, allowing me to admire the planes of his body - for a swimmer, I’ve never seen him shirtless before, and the sight of his golden skin is making me feel weak in the knees. I feel him tug gently at my hair, making me groan, and he grins as he moves his mouth to my neck. “Problem?”
“Hardly,” I pant as he continues to go lower, hooking his fingers through my belt loops and tugging my shorts off me. I squirm out of my underwear as he continues to lavish my neck with attention, aware that there will probably be a mark there tomorrow, and nearly cry out in disappointment when he pulls away to trail his tongue gently over my exposed skin. “Landon…” I whisper.
He hums against the skin of my inner thigh, his eyes bright as they watch my reactions to his movements carefully. Slowly he lowers his mouth to my clit, and as he begins to eat me out with a patience that makes my head spin, it’s all I can do to bunch my hands in the sheets and breathe through his ministrations. No one’s ever done this to me before -- I had no idea what I was missing! I can feel a pressure building between my legs, and I can feel Landon’s eyes on me, observing how I react to every little thing he does. When he slips a finger into me, curling it slightly, it’s enough to make me come undone completely, and I come with a muffled cry, shuddering in ecstasy.
Landon continues to smooth his tongue over me for another few moments, his hands rubbing ginger circles into my thighs. When he finally looks up and smiles at me as he crawls up my body, lining himself up at my entrance.
“One second,” he murmurs, leaning back and reaching into his trouser pockets on the bed, grabbing a condom. Sliding it on, he settles back on top of me and kisses me as he thrusts deep. I arch my back at how good he feels as he groans, a masculine and deep groan against my lips. It doesn’t take long before he is thrusting faster and I feel another orgasm building up deep within me. The orgasm crashes through me as Landon takes my lips and kisses me deeply, thrusting into me one more time before he comes.
We breathlessly lie together for a moment.
The pain is still there, but in Landon’s arms, it might just be bearable.
Chapter 16
At some point during the day, Landon and I move out of the room to give Silas and Shade their space back, but I’m not ready to let him go just yet; I’m clinging to him like a lifeline, and the idea of spending the night alone is inconceivable. We end up sprawling out along the large sofa, me with my head on the siren shifter’s chest, a blanket draped over us both. He doesn’t say much about what I saw, which I’m grateful for -- for all his jibes, he clearly reads emotions well, and knows that I just need quiet comfort right now. Eventually, Mollie and the others come back, and although we get some curious glances, none of them give us any flak. They must just be used to me moving from guy to guy by now, and for some reason, that’s not as embarrassing as I once would have thought.
I make a point of avoiding Hunter for the rest of the day, doing everything