Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Landon
There are so many things I want to do to her but I’m determined to go slow, one step at a time, checking in with her at regular intervals.
And the best way to do that is by looking into her eyes, so my gaze bores into hers as I slide a finger into her.
She’s so slick and snug, it’s killing me to go slow.
“Mmm.” The sound comes from deep in her chest, a cross between a moan and a whimper, and it gets me so fucking hard.
“You like that?” I move my finger in and out slowly, continuing to watch her expression.
Her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted, and her head falls back.
“Yes. God, yes.” She shifts in my lap, opening her legs wider to give me better access.
Fuck, this is the most exquisite torture and I capture her lips once again, driving my tongue into her mouth the way I’m moving my finger.
She kisses me back without hesitation, giving as good as she takes, and I feel her walls fluttering around my finger.
She’s close—hell, so am I—and I add a second finger, curving them up just right.
She whimpers and then her legs clamp around my hand.
A soft cry escapes her, her hips cant up to take my fingers even deeper, and I feel a rush of liquid as she gushes all over my hand.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper. “Come all over my fingers so I can lick them clean when you’re done.”
She moans through sexy little aftershocks that has her pussy continuing to pulse around my fingers.
When I’m relatively sure she’s finished, I pull them out and bring them to my mouth.
“My favorite taste in the world,” I say, licking my lips.
She sighs, a smile playing on her mouth. “That was awesome.”
“Just wait—it gets better.”
She’s still smiling. “If that was any indication, I’m very much looking forward to it.”
“Here or on the bed?”
A shrug. “You choose.”
I think about it but only briefly. “First time on the bed. Then the shower. Then maybe bent over the couch.”
“I see.” The smile is still firmly pasted on her pretty face. “Because you like to watch the door, right? Two birds, one stone?”
I snort. “Don’t worry, baby—I’ll still be on bodyguard duty.”
She slowly slides off my lap and stands up, tugging her dress over her head. “I certainly hope so.”
Sweet Jesus.
I knew her body would be amazing, but it’s better than anything I imagined.
Soft and slim with womanly curves and the sweetest, roundest little breasts.
They’re the perfect size, too—not too big and not too small.
I’ve always said anything more than a mouthful is a waste and hers fit that description to a T.
“Landon?” She’s watching me drink in every inch of her.
“Just appreciating the gorgeous view,” I say gruffly.
“Do I get something to view too?”
I stand up and make a point of unbuttoning my dress shirt as slowly as possible. I watch as she licks her lips and immediately reaches out, running her hands over my abs.
“I didn’t think I could like anything more than your shoulders,” she says softly, “but your abs are pretty damn amazing.”
“Thank you.” I unzip my slacks and step out of them.
“No fair,” she murmurs. “Why are you wearing underwear?”
“I didn’t know I’d be getting naked tonight,” I respond, sliding them down.
“Yes, you did.” She gives me an impish smile before reaching out and wrapping her hand around my cock. “Damn, this is impressive.”
“Is it?” I watch as she softly strokes me, her hand moving up and down in an unhurried rhythm.
“Very.” She looks up at me. “And I can’t wait to have it inside me.”
“I need to get a condom,” I say quietly.
“What, bodyguards don’t carry them in their wallets?” she asks playfully.
“Not when they’re working, no.” I move toward the bathroom but she catches my hand.
“Landon. I’m protected from pregnancy.” She shows me her arm, pointing to a small bulge under the skin.
Holy mother of God.
She wants me to fuck her bare.
Like she’s fucking mine.
And maybe she is, because I’m going to do it.
Because this thing with us has been different since the moment I first laid eyes on her.
“So…no condom?”
“Unless you think you might have something you could pass on to me.” She pauses. “Or you’re worried about me and—”
“Stop.” I put a finger over her lips. “You were given a clean bill of health at the hospital and it’s been years since I’ve had sex without a condom. Probably a decade.”
Her eyes widen slightly.
Then she smiles again, a shy, sweet, inviting smile, sprawling out on the bed and crooking a finger at me.
There’s no universe where I don’t follow and crawl over her.
“Am I too heavy?”
“No.” Her voice is thick with arousal. “I like it. And Landon?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m not fragile. I don’t want soft or restrained. I want the real you. I want…Grim.”
My heart skips a beat. It’s like she knows me on a level that goes deeper than friends or bodyguard/client or even lovers. I haven’t really shown her the Grim side of me but she appears to know all about him.
And she wants him.
Me.
Both of us.
“You sure about that?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.
“Absolutely.”
I drive into her with one firm thrust and watch her eyes roll back in her head.
I’m not small and some women are intimidated, but not Allora. No, my strong, gorgeous, resilient client-turned-something-more isn’t even a little bit intimidated. In fact, she wraps one leg around my back and tilts up her hips, taking me deeper.
This time I’m the one who moans, loud and deep.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy was made just for me.”
“I know.” She leans up and kisses me. Hard and needy, tongue swirling with mine like there’s no tomorrow. And I kiss her back even as I stroke into her, my body moving with hers. She’s tight and wet and squeezes around my cock just like she did my fingers—and it’s even better.
She seems to love digging her fingers into my hair because she did the first time we kissed, then when we were kissing earlier, and she’s doing it again now. Well, if that’s her thing, it works for me.
Until she drags her nails down my back.
That’s fucking hot.
I pump into her faster, torn between wanting to fuck her into the middle of next week and using a little finesse.
But she got off ten minutes ago while my balls have been turning blue for nearly two weeks.
“Baby, I don’t know how long I’m going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” she whispers, meeting my eyes. Hers are hooded and filled with lust. “This?” She does that thing with her nails again and I thrust up hard and deep.
“Every time you do that I’m going to fuck you harder,” I growl.
“That a challenge?” She grips my shoulders with both hands, pressing her nails into my flesh. Harder and deeper, eyes glued to mine.
“Don’t tempt me, baby girl.” Without warning, I twist around enough to grab both of her hands, dragging them over her head. I hold them in one of mine, giving her a little smirk. “You’ve no idea the beast you’ve unleashed.”
“Show me.”
So I do.
And it’s not pretty but it’s fucking awesome.
Carnal and sweaty and hard and…perfect.
Just like her.
I slam into her with enough force to shake the bed but she’s right there with me, meeting every thrust, lips parted prettily.
“You gonna scream for me?” I whisper, nipping her neck.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Allora.”
Her eyes flicker open.
“Look at me when you come.”
She blinks a few times but I know how to get her there—I’ve been paying attention. I know which angle makes her walls clench tighter and which one makes her eyes roll back…every time.
“Just like that, baby girl. Cream on my cock like you did my fingers—and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick every drop.”
Her mouth opens on a silent scream and she jerks against me.
“Let me hear you,” I growl, driving into the same spot over and over as I watch her splinter into a million beautiful, sexy pieces.
“Landon…” It’s not a scream but her face—and body—make so much more noise than anything coming out of her mouth.
The expression on her face, filled with awe and flushed pink.
Her pussy spasming around my cock, milking every drop as I race toward the precipice with her. There’s no stopping us as we topple over the edge and I’m pretty sure my roar is louder than anything the DJ played down at the party.
“Yesssss!” She hisses out that one word, wiggling against me as she tries in vain to break free of my grip on her hands. “Landon…oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I say something in response but it’s fairly nonsensical since I’m beyond reason at this point. My body’s on fire, lips clamped on her neck like a damn vampire, and the waves of pleasure seem endless.
Until finally—I swear it’s somewhere between five seconds and five years—I collapse on top of her. I release her hands and they immediately wrap around me, holding me close.
I panic for a second, worried I’ve gone too far or hurt her, but when I look down into her face, there’s that smile again. The sweet, sexy one she gives me when she’s about to say something flirtatious.
“You okay, baby girl?” I ask softly.
“Nope.” She smiles broadly. “I may never be okay again. That’s the kind of sex that ruins a girl.”
I relax and chuckle. “I mean, thanks?”
She laughs. “Didn’t you ever hear you’re not supposed to thank a partner for sex?”
“I wasn’t thanking you for the sex—I was thanking you for what I perceive was a compliment about the sex.”
“Okay. Then you’re welcome.” She lightly trails her fingers down my back. “I hope I didn’t break the skin.”
“I hope you did,” I whisper against her ear. “Because it’ll make me want to go again.”
“You did promise me a shower.”
“And a couch.”
She giggles.
And it’s the sweetest sound ever.