Gliding his lips from the edge of her jaw to her mouth, Landon brushed his lips against hers before pulling back only the slightest bit. A sheet of paper would barely be able to pass between the two of them.
“Kerry, I’ve never said anything like that to anyone. Ever.” He paused, letting his words sink. Her eyes flitted back and forth as she took in the momentousness of what he was saying.
“I want you, Kerry. In a way I’ve never wanted anyone. Tell me you feel it.”
“I do.”
“Can I have you now? I will do my best to be gentle, but I can’t make any promises. I’m aching to be inside you.”
Her hands trailed a path from his shoulders to the back of his head, where she gripped his hair in her surprisingly strong fists. “I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”
“Thank fuck,” Landon growled as he maniacally pressed his mouth against hers, consuming every ounce she was willing to give as she returned his kiss.
His body was on fire as his stiff erection pushed against his jeans, aching against the rigid denim. He needed to free himself and get her naked before he went insane. Landon scooped Kerry into his arms with very little effort and walked the short distance over to the bed before depositing her in the center with the smallest of bounces.
Standing, he took in her body, the glow of the single light casting her in a yellow shade that seemed to radiate from her skin. He’d never understand how he was so lucky as to be the one she chose for the night, but he knew not to question the way fate worked. He wondered for a split second, the shortest speckle of time, if she would change her mind if she knew of his past. Would she run scared when she learned of the things he had done?
But he needed to stay out of his head or he’d ruin this beautiful gift of a moment he had been given. And the only way he could do that was to lose himself in her.
With a quick slip of his fingers, he had the button on her jeans dislodged and the zipper pulled down before tugging the pants free from her lower half. Landon mumbled words that were incoherent even to his own ears as he took in her fair skin, only clad in the pale purple bra and matching lace panties.
Landon kneeled on the bed, his hands on either side of her ankles as he spread her legs apart. Pressing his lips against the softness of her lower leg, Landon dragged his mouth and nose closer to the center of her thighs, leaving the smallest of pecks along the way until she was shaking against his hold. His hands followed the same path as his lips until Landon reached his destination, pressing his mouth against the heated lace and silk.
He kissed the dark spot on the panties where her wetness for him was evident prior to gliding his hands the remainder of the way up her legs. His fingers stopped along the lower edge of Kerry’s panties and it took all of Landon’s control to refrain from ripping the material apart like a Christmas present so that he could get to the gift inside. Landon’s thumbs followed the line where the lace met Kerry’s soft skin, slipping his thumbs just inside the material as he reached the same area he had just kissed.
“Are you ready, beautiful?”
***
God, was she ever ready. Kerry had been ready for him the moment they shook hands at the bar. Her body was primed and waiting for him. Normally, she would have been embarrassed at the way Landon focused and licked at her soaked panties, but she wasn’t. The tent in his pants let her know that he was craving her in the same way she craved him.
“I need to hear the words,” Landon explained as his hands slid across her stomach, the massive palms spanning the expanse of her hips. She leaned up on her elbows and took in the image of the colorful designs on his hands and arms in stark contrast to the unmarred skin of her waist.
“I’m ready, Landon. I want to feel you.”
“Where?” he asked as he hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties and began to slide them down her legs excruciatingly slow.
Even to her own hears, Kerry could hear the huskiness as she replied, “Everywhere. Please.”
“As you wish,” he said with the smallest of smirks as he winked up at her, tugging the lace material the remainder of the way down her legs, exposing her center to him.
There was no preamble, no gentle ease of flesh like she expected. But Kerry should have known that Landon had his own plan, his own version of foreplay. Crawling across the bed between her spread thighs, he settled her legs on his shoulders as he sealed his lips against her swollen sex. Kerry’s arms collapsed and she fell onto the bed, her back arching at the sensation of his hot tongue.
Quickly she felt one of Landon’s hands slide up her thigh until it covered her sex. One of his deft fingers maneuvered beneath his chin as he slipped a digit into her channel while his thumb swirled in circles around her sensitive bud of nerves.
“Oh my!” Kerry cried out as her legs began to shake from their perch on his shoulder. It didn’t take Landon much effort before Kerry felt her body rising to the crest. Uninhibited, Kerry buried her hand in Landon’s thick locks to keep him in place as her legs tightened around his head. She was in complete ecstasy and craved her release as if it were her next breath.
“Landon!” she cried out as her core tightened around his finger. His masterful tongue continued to lap at her folds as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. Kerry’s body was still reeling from the experience as the sound of a wrapper tearing caught her attention.
Propping herself up on her wobbly elbows, Kerry’s eyes widened in fascination as Landon slid the latex condom down his shaft. He was larger and wider than any man she had seen or been with, and under any other circumstance, she would be terrified of him hurting her, but she wanted to feel him deep inside her more than she wanted anything else in the world.
“See something you like?” he asked as he climbed back on the bed, gingerly caressing the skin around her sex.
“I wanted to touch you and make you feel good too,” she said, her accent slipping free.
Leaning forward, Landon caged her face between his arms as he swept his lips across hers.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance later, but if I don’t get inside you right now, I can’t promise that I won’t become maniacal.”