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Landon closes the door behind him and comes to slide his strong arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck with his warm, firm lips. “Empty serves my purpose at the moment,” he murmurs. “And, as Brett said, you can see Laurie as often as you want. She’s not that far away.”

I arch my neck, giving him more space to trail kisses along my skin. “It won’t be the same though.”

His lips move from my neck to my shoulder, and my breath hitches as the first waves of desire fan out of my belly. “Maybe I could console you?”

I turn around to face him, a smile playing on my lips. “All words,” I tease, “no action.”

A single eyebrow goes up, and he grins, a predatory look crossing his features as he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carries me into my bedroom. He sets me down on the bed and covers my body with his. “This kind of action, you mean?”

I shrug, looking up into his eyes. “Maybe.”

His laugh is soft as he lowers his head and covers my lips with his, his tongue gently pushing into my mouth.

I moan, my fingers digging into his hair as his lips move over mine, his tongue teasing and caressing mine while he grinds his body against me, making me aware of his need for me. I kiss him back, breathless with desire, grateful when he works magic with my clothes, making them disappear. Soon I’m naked beneath him, but he’s still fully dressed.

“It’s not fair that you have so many clothes on,” I complain breathlessly. I push my hands under his t-shirt, my fingers running over his rock hard abs. “I want you naked.”

Landon laughs. “Be patient.” His words are followed by another long kiss, which leaves me trembling, aching, and needy. After he has thoroughly plundered my mouth, he starts on a sweet trail from my lips to my neck, and down to my breasts. He gives one nipple a slow sensuous lave with his tongue, then he does the same with the other breast, licking both nipples until they’re pebbled and sensitive under his tongue. When I’m moaning helplessly, my body writhing with pleasure, he gets to his feet and pulls his t-shirt over his head.

I feast my eyes on his perfection, sighing helplessly, lustfully. He tosses the t-shirt and holds my gaze for a silent moment.

“Are you going to do a striptease?” I ask, eager for him, but sure that I can control my lust for long enough to watch him work his body.

He reaches for his belt, a smile curving his lips. “I want you to think of me as sexy, not as the comic relief.”

“Live a little,” I encourage, winking at him. “Show me those Landon Court moves.”

“Landon Court moves?” He’s grinning as he pulls off his pants, then his briefs, revealing his turgid, drool-worthy erection. My lips part with hunger and anticipation. I watch as he advances toward the bed. “Don’t worry,” he tells me, eyes smoky. “I’ll show you.”

I lick my lips, lifting my face for a kiss as he stretches his body over mine. I spread my legs for him, kissing him back and at the same time guiding him to where I need him the most. He lingers at the entrance, the head of his cock rubbing my slick flesh, then with a long sigh he pushes deep inside, filling me completely.

There is a surge of heat, so sweet, so ineffably beautiful. I hold on to him, feeling his muscles tense and tighten as he moves his hips, each slow stroke more delicious than the one that came before.

I hold on to his gaze, seeing my arousal mirrored in his eyes. My lips move, forming his name as sensations overwhelm me, until it feels as if I’m going to drown in them. I surrender myself to him, the first wave of my climax rolling over me and making me cry out. Landon continues to move, increasing my pleasure with every deep thrust. By the time he finally loses control and comes with a loud groan, I’m exhausted and limp with fulfilled desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says later, when I’m lying naked in his arms. “I’m never letting you go.”

I press my body closer to his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

WE spend the rest of the day in bed, only getting out to order food before having a playful dinner in front of the TV. I fall asleep with my head in Landon’s lap, his fingers gently stroking my hair. Later, I wake up long enough to bury my face in his hair as he carries me to my bed, undressing us both and laying behind me, his hard body flush against my back.

“I love you,” I whisper sleepily.

I feel his lips on the nape of my neck. “And I love you.”

I wake up sometime during the night to find myself alone on the bed. Landon is not in the room or in the bathroom, and for a single moment of panic, I wonder if he has gone back to his apartment, and why. I find him in the living room, watching something on the TV with the volume turned off. Sighing in relief, I join him on the couch, one hand curving around his. I know that at least a part of the reason he’s not sleeping is because he’s avoiding his nightmares.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey.” He smiles at me. “You should be asleep.”

“So should you.” I shrug. “I decided I wanted to watch… whatever it is you’re watching.”

Landon chuckles, pulling me into his side and dropping a soft kiss on my temple. We spend the rest of the night watching some of Laurie’s shows and laughing our heads off. I finally doze off when it starts to get light outside, and when I wake up a few hours later, Landon is leaning back on the couch, asleep, with a peaceful expression on his face.

I spend a long moment looking at his face, overcome by the depth of my emotions. I love him more than I have the capacity to put into words. He’s my soulmate, the only one I could ever love like this, and I know I would give anything to be with him always, to be this happy always.

Careful not to wake him, I get up and go to the kitchen to make coffee and try to rustle up a passable breakfast. By the time I’m done, Landon is awake, his hair still damp from a shower in my bathroom. He’s wearing his pants from yesterday, but his chest is bare, the well-defined muscles more perfectly sculpted than any male model’s.


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