He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t have a buzz going from the drinks he’d had at the party, and knew she probably had a little one going on, as well. Hell, his knuckles throbbed still from knocking out Devon.
But Landon still had the energy in him, all that adrenaline from the fight, and from needing Lyric so damn badly. He was clear-headed enough to know what he was doing with her right now, and how he had no intentions of stopping.
He looked over his shoulder and saw her bed, imagined her lying on it naked, her legs spread, her body his for the taking. Damn, his cock jerked and his balls drew up at the thought and images playing through his head.
He faced her again, his pulse pounding in his ears, his palms sweating, and his arousal so intense he could get off from looking at her alone. “Come here.”
She pushed away from the wall, her body all curves. But Landon wanted her naked for him, wanted every part of her bared.
When she stood just inches from him he couldn’t help but breathe in her scent. Damn, she smelled so fucking good.
For a second all Landon did was stand there, looking his fill of her, and breathing in her scent until it was engrained in his head.
“I want you to touch me again, Landon.”
He could have groaned from her words alone.
Christ, I have to have her.
He pulled her toward him, maybe too roughly, or maybe not because she moaned at the contact. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, groaning after the fact. “You smell so good.” He moved his face to her temple, and let his lips slide along her skin, all the way down to the corner of her mouth.
She was panting, and he was breathing in her lightly alcohol accented breath.
But he didn’t kiss her, and instead continued moving his mouth lower, along her neck, and over her exposed collarbones. Using his hand on her throat to tilt her head to the side more, he licked her flesh. “And you taste so fucking sweet, too.”
She moaned softly, and he knew he needed her clothes off, needed them both naked.
“Is your pussy wet, Lyric?” he asked softly. She didn’t verbally respond, but did nod her answer. “Good. I want your pussy soaked for me.” He pulled back and looked into her face. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It wouldn’t have mattered either way, and it wasn’t like he had to be the guy that popped her cherry, but he needed to know.
She shook her head, and he saw her throat work as she swallowed.
“Good, because I don’t think I can go easy with you, baby.” He was smoothing his thumb back and forth over her pulse point beneath her ear, loving that it was beating rapidly. “I’m going to devour you, Lyric.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered, not able to keep the words from spilling out.
“I’m going to lick every part of your body, memorize every inch of you.” He moved his mouth to the corner of hers and whispered, “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d like me touching, knowing every part of you?” When she nodded he ran his tongue along her lower lip.
“Yes, I want that. So how about we stop talking and do this already?”
He smirked, and traced her lips with his tongue over and over again. “Did you get turned on seeing me beat Devon’s ass because he touched you?”
She breathed harder now, her hands on his arms, her nails in his skin.
“Yes,” she said almost inaudibly.
A shiver worked through his body at her answer. He was protective of her, had been since he moved into the house, even if he didn’t show it. But he did watch her, make sure she was okay She was smaller than he was, almost a foot shorter than his six-foot-three height.
He might not be her brother in any sense of the word, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch over her, even if she didn’t know it.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, not caring if he sounded like a demanding asshole. He needed her naked.
She obeyed right away, and as he watched her get undressed, he took off his clothes, as well. Then they stood in front of each other, nothing separating them but space.
His cock throbbed, and he reached down and grabbed himself, stroking his dick from root to tip. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her mouth on him, first.
“You want me?” he asked. She nodded, and flicked her gaze down to his dick. “You want to put it in your mouth, lick it, Lyric?” he said in a husky voice.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He made this low, gruff noise. “Then get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Chapter
Twelve
Lyric had never been this aroused before, had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Landon. He was so big, so strong and muscular. Just hearing him order her on her knees to suck his dick had fresh moisture leaving her pussy.