know what to expect from me. When I slip my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and touch his skin, his eyes flash back to mine.
“We can talk tomorrow,” I say.
He seems frozen, unsure, so I push him along by dragging his shirt up over his head. He watches me with blazing eyes as I toss it aside and reach down to cup the hard bulge in his jeans. When I lean up on my toes to kiss him again, he finally caves. Slowly, he walks me back toward my bed, stripping off my shirt, bra, and panties. I distract him by tugging down his zipper, so he’ll leave my skirt on, and then all that’s left is my ugly boot, which I yank off and set aside. He stares at my ankle for far too long, shoulders tightening, hands clenching. I touch his jaw and force his gaze back to me.
“Tomorrow,” I remind him. We can talk about all the shitty stuff tomorrow.
He nods stiffly and eases his body over mine, tipping my chin up to connect our eyes in the deepest way. My nipples brush against his skin. The softness of my belly rubs against his hard abs, and for a second, I’m consciously aware of the fact that he must feel it. He must have noticed I’ve gained back the weight. My body was made to be curvy, and I realize I can’t fight it anymore. But just because I’ve realized that doesn’t mean I’m not still at war in my head. Landon senses my distraction, and when he drags his hands up over my rounded hips, he squeezes, his approval rumbling from his chest. He can’t fake that hunger in his eyes. So, for once, I accept it, and it stirs a primal need in me. His erection is poking against me, so close. Just a couple of inches lower and he could be inside. Drugging me with the hypnotic thrusts of his glorious body.
“I’m on the pill now…” I leave the words hanging between us.
Understanding emerges on his features, and he groans as I open my hips wider for him. An offer he can’t decline. He reaches down between us, nudging against me. I arch into him, aching for it. My body is pleading for him to put me out of my misery already. But then he pauses just to stare at me like if he doesn’t, he will die.
“You are so fucking pretty.” The words come out all gravelly.
Hot liquid clings to the edges of my eyelids as I drag my fingers down his back, and he finally pushes his way inside me.
“Even when you cry.” He kisses the tears away.
I moan into him when his mouth finds mine, and his dick swells inside me. Landon pivots his hips, and I feel him everywhere. Skin on skin. Stretching me open for him as his chest brushes against mine. He kisses me like every second might be our last, and soon, he’s fucking me like it too.
Electricity pulses through my veins as we fuse, my hips rocking up to meet his. He thrusts into me hard, and the shockwaves vibrate through my entire body. It feels so much more intense this time, so addictive, and I never want him to stop.
I melt into a puddle of ecstasy when he reaches down to touch me, sending me spiraling out of control. Landon isn’t far behind. He thrusts into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself, and warmth spills into me.
I grab his face and kiss him, silently begging him not to pull away. He doesn’t. He stays inside me, kissing me and touching me until his cock swells, and we do it all over again.
Later that night, as I fall asleep in his arms, I feel like everything might finally be okay. At least for a little while.
32
Kailani
“So today was the big day, huh?” Court greets me in the empty hallway with an unusually cheerful smile. She used a bathroom pass to sneak out of class and say a quick hello after I texted her to let her know I was here.
“Yep.” I look down at my black Vans. “No more boot.”
“What did the doctor say about dancing?”
I release a long breath and shrug. “Same thing as always. Give it time.”
She nods. “Where’s your fake boyfriend this morning?”
“Ha.” I poke my tongue out. “Jared had an appointment today too, so he’s not coming in. But I told him I’d be fine