“Would you care?” I mutter.
“No.” He utters the words so carelessly it pisses me off. “Let’s just be clear, for as long as this arrangement lasts, I have every right to be extremely selfish when it comes to you. I don’t give a fuck about what he wants, because right now, you belong to me.”
Why do those possessive words start a sweet ache in my belly, which grows and spreads until every inch of my skin is waiting impatiently for his touch?
I shake my head. “I don’t belong to anyone,” I say stubbornly, “I sure as hell don’t belong to you.”
He leans forward and, placing a finger under my chin, brings my face close to his. “Unless you’re telling me that you want to stop this, to end this arrangement… right now, then you belong to me.” His blue eyes are almost hypnotizing. “Is that what you want?”
I want to tell him to go to hell. I can do that. I can go back to the suite and concentrate on my article while he remains in the next room. I can stay here for two more days without touching him. I can tame the craving that my body has for him. I can.
I can’t
I shake my head, too ashamed of my need for him to say the words out loud.
“Say it,” he demands.
“No,” I whisper, “That’s not what I want.”
I see the smile of triumph on his face right before he lowers his lips to mine. The kiss is soft, possessive and sensual. He’s so skilled. He makes me forget everything but the feel of his lips over mine, the warmth as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, before releasing it to slide his tongue into mine, licking and tasting. He’s gentle, tender, and so sweet, that I immediately lose myself, moving across the seat so that I’m leaning into his body.
He pulls me onto his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands move down from my arms to my waist, setting fire to every inch of my skin he touches.
I barely register it when the car stops, but I groan in protest when Landon tears his lips from mine.
“We’re here,” he says softly, smoothing my hair.
I nod, my body aroused and wanting, resenting the time we’d need to take the trip up to the suite.
He starts to open the door, then stops and looks back at me. “I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he says, surprising me. “I wasn’t sure…” he stops. “I was very busy, but I should have called.”
“Okay.” I watch him leave the car, barely having time to wonder what he’d been about to say before he’s opening the door at my side. As soon as I step out, his hand closes around my waist and he doesn’t let go even as we cross the spacious lobby.
Once in the elevator he starts to kiss me again, pressing my hips against the walls with his, giving me no doubt as to his desire for me.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is a rasp against my ear. “Every single minute I had you in my head.”
I respond by pressing my hips forward, and rubbing against the bulge in his trousers. He groans. “If you don’t stop that, we’re going to end up fucking in here.”
I want to tell him that I don’t care, and right then, I don’t, but the elevator stops just in time, and he lifts me in his arms, carrying me all the way inside the suite to his room. He lays me on the bed, then starts to remove his clothes. Rising up to my knees, I pull my dress over my head, eager to be naked by the time he’s done undressing. I remove my bra and pull off my panties, just as he pulls down his briefs, letting his glorious erection spring free. At the sight of the thick, hard, length, and the veins bulging under the silky skin, heat spreads from below my stomach to pool between my thighs.
He joins me on the bed, gently pushing me to lie on my back. He lowers his head to lick along the seam of my lips, making me shiver in pleasure. Then he starts to trace a path from my lips, over my throat down to my breasts. I squirm as he takes one nipple in his mouth, while he rubs the other one between his finger and thumb. He moves his lips to the other nipple, licking and sucking it, before moving downwards, over my stomach, kissing the mound at the juncture of my thighs before he nudges my legs apart, and lowers his lips to my sex.
I groan at the first contact of his tongue, my hips bucking as he licks my clit. He grips my thighs and spreads them a little more, sucking me greedily before moving down to rim the pulsing slit of my sex. I moan loudly, my fingers threading through his hair as he drives me to the point of madness.
“Landon,” I moan his name, unable to bear the heat and pleasure coursing through me.
“Hmm.” The sound vibrates through my body as he moves his mouth back to my clit, teasing me to the point of climax, before moving back to my wet aching slit. My hips start to move of their own volition, matching the licking movements of his tongue. I feel his fingers, teasing at the entrance to my body, hovering there for a moment before he slides them inside.
I squirm, my insides tightening and demanding more. He moves his fingers without stopping the teasing of his tongue, rubbing them against the tight bundle of nerves inside me. I cry out and jerk off the bed, my whole body exploding in a shattering climax.
He removes his fingers and I draw my legs up, wanting to turn on my side and press my legs together to still the trembling all over my body, but he doesn’t let me. He kneels between my legs and positions himself, rubbing the wide head of his cock over my sensitive clit and down over my slick folds. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.
Slowly, he slides inside me, drawing out the pleasure as he fills me. I moan softly, rubbing my hands over the muscles of his chest as he surges forward with a groan. His muscles tighten, and he expels a slow breath before he pulls out almost entirely, and then pushes in again. I wrap my legs around his waist, tightening my inner muscles as I urge him deeper inside.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands moving feverishly along my thighs, his hips grinding as he thrusts into me again and again. My soft cries blend with the sound of his groans, and pleasure builds uncontrollably inside me, but still I want more. My hands find the tight muscles of his buttocks, and I press my fingers against them, urging him deeper. He starts to move faster, his body covered with sweat, his eyes shut, and his face tightened in an expression of primal male lust.
My body seizes, unable to bear the pleasure anymore. I come with a loud, helpless cry, and Landon moans my name as he thrusts hard into me. Then he stiffens too, his hips jerking as he comes.