of his before my feet hit the floor.
“Landry?” I ask.
He shakes his head once. “Just a taste,” he rasps. “That’s all. If you say no, I’ll stop.”
“Please,” I beg.
It’s shameless, but I have wanted nothing more than to have any part of him touch every single part of me.
“Please what, Tennessee?”
I rise to my toes, my entire body trembling as I touch my lips to his. “Please taste me,” I beg, my blood heating with embarrassment beneath my skin.
He growls. It’s low, coming from deep within him. Then, before I can do or say another word, he wraps his fingers around my hips, pushing me back so that I’m forced to bend my knees and sit down on the bed.
I try not to think about how this comforter and mattress are the most fluffy things I’ve ever sat on, but I fail. My hands push down against the bedding and I practically moan at the soft feel of the fabric beneath my touch.
Reaching forward, my entire body shaking, I try to grab hold of Landry’s pants. He’s too quick though. He wraps his hands around my wrist and before I can utter a single word, he’s on me. The entire length of his body surges forward.
My arms are forced above my head, his fingers gripping my wrist with just one of his hands, the other fists my skirt at my thigh. His face is so close, his eyes deepening in color right before my own.
Then his mouth, my eyes flick down to his lips and I watch as they curve up in an almost wicked grin. I expect him to lean into me, kiss my mouth again, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips touch just beneath my jaw, then move down the column of my neck.
Throwing my head back, I open myself to him. His mouth skates down my throat, tasting, licking, sucking me on his descent. I gasp when his hand leaves my wrist and fists on the other side of my skirt.
With zero hesitation, with zero fanfare, my skirt is wrenched up my thighs as he slides down my body. His fingers find my panties, my entire body is a trembling, shaking, quaking mess at the moment. Then, he guides those panties, the only barrier between my body and his face, down my legs and tosses them aside.
“Landry,” I say, pinching my eyes closed.
Nobody has seen me like this, not since before Holden was born. Not since before that party. I’m not the same. I have stretch marks and cellulite. I have a saggy belly and boobs. But beyond all that, what if I’m not the same, down there? What if it’s not going to be good for him? Oh my God, I was not prepared for any of this.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls right before he leans forward.
Then his mouth is right there.
Right.
There.
And all those thoughts and worries that I had? They melt away, because what Landry does with his tongue is magical. I’ve never, not ever felt anything quite like this before and it is cosmic. It is out of this fucking world.
I haven’t even come yet and I already want more.
Arching my back, I shift myself closer to his face. Feeling his beard against my thighs, the way he consumes me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His tongue flicks my clit, over and over. I let out a cry, unable to control my volume and the way my hips move, as I ride his face.
His fingers grip my ass, pulling me closer to him as a growl escapes his mouth. I’m close. I can feel it, each flick of his tongue, each suck from his lips, each time he laps at me. I’m on edge, teetering, standing at the side of that cliff and I am ready to jump, so damn ready.
Then I do.
Pinching my eyes closed, I let out a scream. It fills the room, it echoes off of the walls as my entire body trembles. Landry doesn’t stop, not until my entire body is completely relaxed. Only then does he lift his head from between my legs.
His lips turn up into a big grin. “Yeah, honey. I know all I need to know.”
Chapter Fifteen
LANDRY
Lying in bed, the same bed where just hours ago, I stripped Tennessee down and tasted her. I can’t help but smile at the memory. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t something that I’d even thought could possibly happen, it all just—unfolded.
My kids coming to the office, basically thinking that