That’s it. His words, the way his fingers play me. It’s all I need to send me over the edge. I press my lips together in an attempt to muffle my cries of pleasure as my orgasm rushes throughout my entire body.
Twice.
Twice in one night.
I’ve never climaxed with a partner before and he’s made me come three times. Three freaking times. His body is heavy as he leans against me, holding me against the wall as we both try to calm down our breathing.
Landry lifts his head, those brown eyes that I love staring into, they practically twinkle as he looks at me.
“Fuck,” he groans before he leans forward and touches his mouth to mine. “My legs are shaking, honey. I don’t know if I can even move.”
“Is that good?” I ask breathlessly.
He hums. “Best I ever had, honey. Fucking phenomenal.”
A wave of guilt slides through me at the idea that I’m the best he’s ever had. Could it be possible? What about his wife? Didn’t he love her? Oh god, what if he says this to everyone and it’s just some line that I’ve bought hook-line-and-sinker?
Landry frowns as he pulls out of me, places my feet on the floor, then takes a step back. I expect him to turn around and put his pants on, get his shit and leave, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts his hand and cups my cheek, his thumb slides across my bottom lip, his eyes following the path before they lift to meet mine.
“I’m not the twenty-year-old that I once was. When I say that you’re the best I’ve had, I mean it, Tennessee, but it’s not just because you feel so fucking amazing and I came harder than I ever have in my life. It’s because I’m in a different place now than I ever have been. I want different things and those are the things that I see in you.”
“Landry,” I whisper. “I never. I didn’t think that this would happen. You’re saying all the right things and I want to believe it all…”
His lips turn up into a huge smile. “Believe it, honey. But you also don’t have to right now. I’m in this with you and I want to build something together. I want this.”
“Even with Holden?”
“Yeah,” he croaks. “I want it all.”
LANDRY
My decision is made and there is no going back. I’ve contacted an interior decorator, but only for one room in my house. A room that Tennessee won’t see until I’m ready for her to lay eyes on it.
A room for Holden.
Because, fuck me, I cannot sleep on a couch one more night—ever. My body can’t take it. Last night, fucking her against the wall, I felt like a teenager. Right now, I feel my fucking age and I can’t stand that shit. I won’t have it.
Climbing the stairs to her apartment, I smile at the box in my hand and the drink carrier that is resting on top of it. Turning down her hallway, I can’t help but think that it was far too easy for me to get back inside her building this morning.
Soon enough it’ll be a moot point. She’ll be living with me the day after the divorce is final. She wants to stay here and for now that’s fine, but I’m in this with her. I want a future with her, and I’m not wasting a goddamn minute of my life anymore. I’ve wasted enough time.
Lifting my hand, I knock on her door. It flies open and she’s standing there, her hair a mess, another white tank top with no bra and in only a pair of panties.
“I thought you left,” she snaps.
My lips twitch into a small smile. “Donuts,” I say, lifting my hand. “And coffee.”
“Seriously?” she breathes as she steps to the side.
I can’t help but grin, breezing past her. “Holden likes donuts, right?” I ask, suddenly concerned that maybe I’d made a huge mistake.
He did love the pancakes and syrup from yesterday, and these aren’t a huge step away from pancakes and syrup, but I remember all three of mine having vastly different food preferences. Tennessee reaches for the drinks after she closes and locks the door behind me.
“He loves them, I do too. They’re seriously my weakness,” she practically moans.
I can’t help but chuckle as I follow her to the table. She makes her way into the kitchen just as I set the bag down on the table and