20. Landon
20
Landon
A sking Thea to lunch had been a last-minute decision. Ever since I’d bumped into her while playing soccer, and she’d reluctantly taken my number, she’d mostly ignored me. If I was insecure, her blatant dismissal would have seriously hurt my ego.
But I knew women better than anyone, and I could tell she was fighting her attraction. It was only a matter of time before she gave in to the chemistry between us. Seeing her looking so tired stirred something in me.
I wanted to eliminate whatever was causing the pinched look on her face. From experience, I knew there was one thing guaranteed to make Thea feel better: Florrie’s cooking.
And since my parents were not around, today was a good day to go home for a couple of hours. Florrie always complained I didn’t visit enough.
Still, I hadn’t expected Thea to agree to anything. I figured she’d give me the brush-off like always, so when she climbed into my SUV and we left campus, I could barely contain my delight.
Talking about my father was doing nothing for my mood, however.
“I’d rather not discuss my dysfunctional home life,” I told her. Her gaze softened as she stared up at me.
“I can relate,” she admitted, which surprised me. This was the first snippet of anything real she’d given me. I wanted to dig deeper, find out what made her tick, and why she was here, in Scotland, but something warned me not to push.
Trust took time to build, and until she trusted me, I doubted she’d reveal much of anything.
“Let’s not talk about our parents. In fact, let’s skip the conversation entirely.” I leaned in, expecting her to shove me away, but although her eyes widened a fraction when she realized I was about to steal a kiss, she didn’t stop me.
Her lips were soft and yielding. At first, she barely responded, and I thought for one horrible moment I’d made a dreadful mistake. Maybe I’d misread her completely. Maybe she wasn’t into me at all. Then it was as if a switch had flicked in her head for her small hand grasped my shirt and she began to kiss me back.
The kiss deepened, and I groaned at the feel of her soft breasts pressing against me. She had amazing tits, and fuck me, I wanted to taste them so bad.
I broke the kiss and watched, entranced, as her tongue flicked out, moistening her plump bottom lip. Both of us were breathing heavily. Knowing she was just as aroused as I was gave me confidence that my next move wouldn’t spook her too much.
My hand crept up her side, cautiously. Thea was like a deer. One wrong move and she’d flee. If I messed this up, she might never talk to me again, but I had to have more of her.
When I found her breast, she moaned softly, her eyes blown wide with lust. God, her tit was perfect for my hand. Just the right size. I squeezed it gently, feeling the hard press of her nipple against my palm.
“Fuck, Thea,” I rasped when we broke apart. “I’m so damn hard for you right now.”
Her breath caught at my words, and from the pink flush in her cheeks and the way her lips were all swollen, she wanted more.
My gaze slid down her chest. She’d left her zip-up hoodie and jacket at the table, so I could see the outline of her tits in her tight vest tee. Since fortune always favored the brave, or some such shit, I pushed her tee up over her bra so I could get my eyes on the prize.
To my delight, she wore a pink lace bra that barely covered her tits. If I looked hard enough, I could see the shadow of her nipples through the lace. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on them.
She didn’t protest when I cupped her mounds with my hands, feeling the weight of them. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, admiring the perfection that was Thea’s breasts. Nothing like the fake balloons a lot of girls seem to favor these days. Hers were all soft and cushiony. A perfect pillow for my head.
“Am I?” she asked, and my head snapped up. Was she for real? How did she not see what I saw? This woman was the most exquisite creature I’d ever seen in my life. “I bet you say this to all your fucktoys,” she added, an edge to her voice I didn’t much like.
“Not gonna lie, baby, I’ve had a lot of women…” She snorted, and I felt her slipping away. If I didn’t move quickly, she’d be out of here and I’d never have another chance with her. “None of them meant anything. They were all meaningless hookups.” Some of them not by choice. But that was a story for another day . “But you’re different. You’re not a casual anything. You’re my future wife.” I could tell from the expression of disbelief on her face she thought I was full of shit, but I wasn’t.
Not at all.
Thea was my end-game. I didn’t care what my father wanted. This woman was mine. I’d known it from the moment I saw her put down several guys much larger than her.
She was my queen, and I was her humble knight.
I didn’t have Kyril’s brutal strength, Cassian’s fearsome intellect, or Milo’s tech skills, but I was more than willing to fight for her.
I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy.
Anything at all.