She doesn’t reply. I want her to be mine. I don’t want to spend the next days or weeks wondering if she will decide to walk away again. I need her to give me something, even if it’s just a title. “You never told me what it is you want that I can’t give.”
“It’s not…” She stops, as if she can’t find the words.
I swallow. “I know I have a lot of baggage…and all the other issues you know about.”
She makes a dismissive sound. “I don’t care about any of that.”
Then what does she want? “Every other woman wanted something from me…commitment, some sort of relationship…but I’ve offered you that, Rachel. I didn’t even have to try, because it’s what I want, more than anything, to know I can be sure you’re mine.”
Her eyes dig into mine, searching. “And you…will you be mine?”
If only she knew. I stroke her arm lightly and she pulls in a sharp breath. “I’m already yours.” It’s true. I am hers.
She turns her face away. “It’s just sex, Landon. We’re still practically strangers.”
“So, we’ll get to know each other.”
When she lifts her eyes to mine again, there’s a sadness there that I don’t understand. I wish she would explain it to me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she rises to her knees and threads her fingers through my hair before pressing her lips to mine.
She’s pushing our conversation away, unresolved. She’s choosing instead to focus on sex, the one thing we have that’s unquestionable. Despair settles in my stomach.
She kisses me deeply, her hands exploring, moving from my hair to my chest. I can’t fight my reaction, the helpless arousal and need that pushes every other reservation from my mind.
“I need you,” she whispers, her warm breath fanning the skin at my throat.
My breath shudders out of my lungs. For now, she’s mine. Saving my questions for later, I pull the t-shirt over her head. Her naked body is like an invitation to worship. I reach for her, cupping her breasts then squeezing them just the way she likes, watching the pleasure suffuse her face.
She strokes the hard ridge in my pants then undoes my zipper, freeing me from my clothes.
In her hand, I have no thoughts at all, no desire beyond the two of us, together. She lowers herself slowly, her eyes holding mine as she continues to stroke me. Then she takes me in her mouth and pleasure rises like a wave.
She sucks me hard, and after only a few moments, I can’t take it anymore. I pull her off me, pushing her back on the bed so she’s on her back. She’s gazing up at me with unconcealed desire. I spread her legs, pulling her hips toward me until I’m positioned right at the entrance to her body. With a rolling movement of her hips, she urges me inside, letting out a moan when I fill her.
Her eyes fix on mine, so tender it makes me ache. She moves her hips in a slow grind, creating a delightfully tortuous friction. “Please, Landon,” she moans. “Fuck me now.”
My chest swells. She’s so tight, so sweet. I move slowly, wanting to feel everything. Her hips rise to meet mine, and I stroke her thighs, aching to feel more of her skin. Still buried deep inside her, I find her clit, rubbing it in slow, gentle strokes.
She’s saying my name, over and over, with a helpless desire that sounds like music in my ears.
“You like it.” My voice is rough. “You like it when I fuck you like this.”
Her muscles tighten. “Yes,” she cries. “Yes.”
I thrust in deep and her legs stiffen. “Come for me, baby,” I urge. “Let it go.”
She screams, clutching the sheets as her body convulses, sucking my climax out of me.
“God!” I fall back on the bed beside her, breathing deeply. “Oh God.”
She turns to me, flushed, her beautiful lips curved in a satisfied grin.
“You should wipe that smile off your face if you have any plans of getting to work today,” I warn. “I could do this all day.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
I drop a kiss on her nose. “You’re insatiable.” Leaving her in bed, I head for the bathroom. “I’m going to repair the damage you’ve caused,” I say, pointing to my clothes. “A
nd I think I’ll definitely need a big breakfast after this.”