I open for him, and when our tongues meet, my panties are wet, and I want to climb him like a tree. It’s insane to want someone this much.
Breathing hard, he breaks the kiss. “I’ll get your bag. Make yourself at home.”
He has the finest ass, and the way his jeans curve around it makes my mouth water.
Once he’s out of sight, I take one more look at the backyard, then turn toward the double doors.
Behind the navy-blue doors lies a bathroom that makes my heart stop. The long white vanity has two sinks. The floor is an old-fashioned penny tile in white and black. At one end is a door with a private toilet. The shower is at the other end and has a rain showerhead as well as a more traditional showerhead. It’s glass-fronted, but huge, with a slipper tub on the side farthest from the shower. I open the glass door and run my hand along the deep sensual tub.
Landon’s deep voice echoes gently in the room. “If you want to take a bath, feel free.”
“Will you fit in here with me?” I’m so wet thinking about him in the bath, I want to rub my pussy through my jeans.
He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor. His eyes fill with passion. “Let’s find out.”
I swallow all my inhibitions because no one has ever looked at me the way Landon does. I turn the faucet on the wall behind the tub and water pours down from the ceiling in one long stream. “This is very fancy.”
He adjusts the temperature. “I went a bit crazy in here and made the glass enclosure a wet room.”
Of course, I have questions, but he’s working the buttons on my blouse, and my ability to form words is lost.
He tugs me from the wet room and pushes my blouse over my shoulders. He kisses along the strap of my red lace bra, then runs his fingers over the cup. “So pretty. Is this for me?”
I nod, unsnap my jeans and lower the zipper. I step out of my shoes, and push down the jeans. In a matching lace thong, I’ve never felt more wanted.
“Jeez, Grace.” He slips one finger over my pussy. “Wet. Is this for me too?”
Gasping, I press my hips forward, needing more. “All for you.”
He lifts me onto the vanity.
I yip when my ass hits the cold stone.
After pulling down my panties, he tosses them aside, kneels, and pulls me forward so my thighs spread against his shoulders. His tongue teases my sensitive folds, tasting me as if I’m the most coveted confection in the world.
I can’t help the gasps and grunts falling from my lips. My body is on fire for more, and every sensation draws me closer to the orgasm that’s been on hold since before dinner. I can’t get enough of him. “Landon. Oh. God. That’s so fucking good.”
He pushes my legs over his shoulders, pulls me to the edge of the counter, and sucks my clit.
I scream and ride his face. One hand gripping his hair, the other clutching the edge of the counter as if I might float away.
The sensation of his fingers pressing inside me, stretching me, is so perfect. I come in a torrent of screams and words. I don’t even know what I’m saying.
His gentle sucking pulls more and more pleasure from me. I’m bouncing against his face. When the sensitivity is just too much, I push back onto the vanity, lean my head on the wall of black terracotta subway tile, and close my eyes.
In the wet room, the water has stopped. I guess there’s a sensor to shut it off when the tub is full. The only sound is my breathing, and it’s loud. Pressing my hand between my legs, I shake with the last tremor of the best orgasm of my life.
“Are you alright, Grace?” He kisses my cheek, my lips, my chin. His hands trace the sensitive skin along my shoulders and arms.
My entire body is alive. Every inch, every molecule, needy for his touch. “I’m so good.”
He slides a hand under my knees and an arm around my back, then lifts me from the counter and carries me into the wet room.
I palm his cheek. “You’re really good at that.”
Grinning, he lowers me carefully into the deep tub. “I’m glad you think so.”
The water is perfectly warm and soothes all the wonderfully achy bits.