ears, I throb. My doubt is threatening to sweep down the hallway and take me with it. I’m taking it too far, I know I am, but I can’t stop this any more than I could stop a barreling train.
Landon’s room is simple. His bed rests against the wall and has a plain gray bedspread with just two pillows. I stand in the doorway, completely naked, and try to focus on the décor of his room and not my thoughts. I’m not sure what to do. I know what I want to do, but I want him to lead what happens. I want to be able to feel less guilty when this ship wrecks, knowing he was my co-captain.
Landon walks over to me and leans behind me to close the door. He turns the lock, and it clicks into place. My heart races.
Without a word, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. He’s wearing only briefs, which he’s pulled up since we left the kitchen. His hardness presses into me, and I kiss him. I can taste myself on his tongue, and he moans when I grip him through his briefs.
“Lie down. It’s my turn to taste you,” I tell him.
He hesitates to pull away, like his mouth doesn’t want to leave mine. The idea warms me, and I welcome it with open arms.
My body is growing impatient. I look down at Landon’s nearly naked body, and I can’t fight the crushing need to see the rest of him. I push at his shoulders, and he moves to his bed. Grabbing the smooth fabric of his briefs, I pull them down his legs. They pool at his feet, and he kicks them away.
I press my hands against his bare chest to push him onto the bed. He’s breathing so heavily that I search his eyes before I continue. Sensing my wordless question, he nods and lies back on the bed. His brown hair is a mess on his pillow, and I climb onto the bed. Moving up his body, pressing my naked skin to his, I want to tease him.
My mouth finds his and I kiss him, hard. I kiss him and I kiss him until his shoulders relax and I taste him sigh. I press the wetness between my thighs on his hardness and he moans, his hands balling into fists in the blanket.
I rub him again, sliding myself over him, coating him. I want him to feel how much I want him. He groans, my name tumbles from his mouth, and he moves one hand to my bare back. His fingers find my hair, and I bend down to press my mouth to his ear.
“Pull it,” I tell him. He blinks at me in surprise, and I put more weight on his body. If I move, ever so slightly, he will be inside me. “Pull my hair, Landon.”
His throat moves when he swallows, and he tugs at my hair. I let my head fall back, and he shifts his hips under me. He moves one hand to my hip, keeping me in place. His cock is pressing against me, at the exact point of contact I need it to.
Fuck, this man will kill me. He tugs my braid again, and I watch desire ignite in his eyes.
He tests me, tugging harder, and I lower my head to his chest. I kiss him there, just below the dip of his collarbone. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. Not when we’re both feeling anything but gentle.”
I kiss his neck, just under his ear.
“You make me crazy,” he tells me.
“I know.” I kiss his mouth.
He pulls on my hair again, and I moan into the kiss.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he confesses. His mouth is touching mine. “The things I want to do to you are things I’ve never even thought about before.” The honesty in his voice makes my chest sting.
“You can be whoever you want with me, Landon. You can try new things.” I bite at his lower lip and feel the shift of his hips again. On cue, he pulls my hair. I knew he would catch on quickly.
I climb down his body, kissing my way down, and his hand releases my hair.
“You don’t have to be shy.” I kiss him just above his navel. His muscles retract. “If you want to do something, just say it. Like right now, I want to take your thick cock in my mouth and taste your come.”