group. Remembering my role, I wave a sloppy arm in that direction.
“There’s some typical stuff to see.” I’m the worst tour guide ever.
“Very thrilling,” he deadpans.
“Oh, and these houses are fun.”
The homes along this strip are architectural sights to behold with their unique styles. The designers got creative with symmetry and shapes. Each towering structure on this block stands out for different reasons.
“I forgot to mention the impressive landscaping,” I add with a flourish.
“Unlike any garden I’ve ever seen.” His expression is stoic in a hilarious sense.
“Are you truly upset about this?”
“Nah. I’m actually enjoying myself.”
“Lies.”
“At the sake of sounding cheesy, you can make any activity worth my while.”
“Well, damn. You’re a bit swoony too. Who knew you’ve been hiding all this charm?”
Landon steers to get closer. “Told you I was going to use those skills to whip your panties off.”
“The anticipation is practically chomping at me.”
“There better be enough left for me to savor.” The demand in his tone gives me shivers.
“I’ve been stocking up just for you.” Then I blow him a kiss, because being extra ridiculous is called for in our current situation.
“You never cease to amaze me, Savannah.” Landon chuckles, loud and free.
The jovial sound is so unexpected that I almost topple off my ride. I peek over at him while he cruises beside me. Wearing a custom suit while operating a Segway is material for a comedy bit. His tie whips in the wind, trailing behind us as we scoot along. The sun glistens off his helmet, which doesn’t hide the scowl he’s directing straight ahead. He looks like a total dork and I’ve never been more attracted to him.
When we hit another stretch, Lake Street comes into view. I’m well aware there are several establishments in this area where we could stop for a quick bite.
With expert maneuvering, I guide us to a crosswalk that leads to the north side. I swerve into the lot and find designated parking spots. After I remove my helmet, the early afternoon warmth has its kinky way with my already mussed hair. I tamp down the disarray with a curse, sending the snarled waves to billow in the summer breeze.
Landon’s dark blond strands are disheveled in a sleek manner that any stylist would envy. He’s too damn hot. That damn hornet’s nest begins buzzing in my belly. My striking companion is clueless—go figure. With an arm looped around my shoulders, he stands beside me as I survey the scene and attempt to ignore the fire in my veins.
His chin juts at the buildings we’re currently loitering in front of. “What’s the significance here?”
“Um, nothing really.” I’m suddenly distracted by the bulge straining the fabric between his hips. The man has a very impressive package, and my neglected lady bits are practically weeping at being within reunion range. Heat prickles my skin as I treat myself to another long look. Someone is very excited.
Landon follows my gaze, smirking at catching me eye-fucking his junk. “Do you want me to unzip so you two can get reacquainted? He misses you.”
I don’t bother removing my focus from his girthy enthusiasm. “That depends. Am I allowed to fondle the family jewels?”
He twists from right to left, giving me a view from all angles. “It’s highly encouraged.”
A throaty purr more suitable for a porn star escapes me. “I think make-up sex is in order.”
Landon emits an animalistic noise of his own. “It’s about damn time.”
Vannah loops my tie around her fist and begins pulling me toward what appears to be a restaurant. “I’m so glad you agree because I’m starving.”
My shoes scuff on the blacktop while I follow her hasty trail. A puffy fog jams my circuits as I try to keep up with her on all accounts. “Hold on. You want to eat?”
She peers at me over her shoulder, giving my lower half a once-over. The green in her eyes is positively vibrant in the direct sunlight. “Oh, yeah. I want you to stuff me full.”
That comment slams realization into me like a sack of bricks. I dig my heels in, halting our progress. “Wait. Now?”
A curious brow makes an upward curve. “You’d prefer to delay this reconciliation further?”
When she puts it that way…
“Hell no, but where are we going?”
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.” My tone would dissuade just about anyone. Unless, of course, they have a stubborn streak wider than ten miles.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s the problem?” She gives another tug on my tie.