day that I die.
Chapter Twenty-Five
TENNESSEE
Holden falls asleep almost immediately after I tuck him into bed. The bed is bigger than the one at our apartment, but if he notices, it doesn’t bother him. He has his little stuffed brown monkey tight in his grip and holds it as his lifeline as he drifts off to dreamland.
Walking out of the room, I slowly close the door behind me, then make my way toward the baby gate to make sure that it’s all closed and attached. Only then do I head toward the master bedroom.
There is nothing but a big wooden bed that was delivered just today in the middle of the room. Apparently, I’m supposed to be picking things out for this entire house, but the stores that Landry keeps telling me to go to are far too expensive. I think I’m going to make a detour this week when I try shopping again.
Landry is just walking out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water on his chest. I can’t look anywhere but his chest, so there is probably water other places, but I’m fixated on the gorgeousness that his strong, broad muscular chest and the smattering of hair that covers it.
“He get all tucked in, honey?” Landry asks.
I hum, licking my lips with a nod. He chuckles, no doubt knowing exactly what I’m looking at, but he has no idea what I’m thinking right now. My feet carry me over to his side, then without hesitating, I sink to my knees in front of him, taking the towel with me before I toss it to the side.
“Tennessee?” he asks.
I keep waiting for him to call me Tenny, but he doesn’t, and now I’m so used to my full name from him, I think that it would bother me if he called me anything else. Tilting my head back, I smile up at him.
Leaning forward, I don’t speak. Instead I press my lips together and kiss the tip of his beautiful cock. Then I lick the underside, tasting his clean-from-the-shower skin. Landry grunts, his lids lowering as he watches me.
Opening my mouth, I take him down my throat as far as I can. I bob my head several times, sucking and licking him, moaning around his length as I listen to the way his breathing picks up. When he lifts his hand, wrapping his fist in the back of my hair, gripping my strands, I know that I’m doing exactly what he wants.
“Stay still, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, honey,” he rasps.
I can’t wait.
I. Cannot. Wait.
He does just that too. Exactly that. I watch him the entire time, my eyes never leaving his as he fucks my mouth in shallow strokes, careful not to drive himself down my throat too deep, but fully enjoying having control, something that I know he loves and craves.
He’s close. He pants, his fingers grip the back of my head harder and just when I think that he’s going to come down my throat, he tugs my head back and pauses. His lips are parted, heavy breaths fill the space around us, then his lips curve into a grin.
“Bed.”
The word is simple. A singular one, but it’s a demand. A sexy, exciting demand. Biting the corner of my lip, I slowly rise to my feet. Reaching for the tie at the side of my wrap dress, I tug it open, then let it fall to the floor.
In nothing but my bra and panties, I walk toward the side of the bed. I feel sexy and bold when I’m alone with Landry. A sensation that I’ve never felt before and I can’t deny that I absolutely love the way that he makes me feel.
I start to lift my foot to take my high heels off, but Landry clears his throat. “Keep them on. Panties and bra off,” he says, his voice deep and husky.
My lips curve up into a smile and my belly clenches. I can feel my body heat with desire. I want his touch everywhere, but I’m enjoying the way he’s watching me right now.
“Heels. You need more of them. A whole truckload.”
I laugh softly, my thighs trembling as I press them together to not only aid me in standing, but also to relieve the ache between my legs. Thankfully, he approaches me, but even when I can feel the heat from his body at my back, he still doesn’t touch any part of me.
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