9. Heather
9
HEATHER
B eing in a house with Landon after all this time is insane. I don’t know what to think about any of it. This has been one hell of a day and I’m honestly a little confused. I appreciate what Landon is trying to do by putting on a movie for us to watch so we don’t feel like we have to fill every moment of silence with chatter, because we’re still a little awkward around one another. But instead of making it easier for me, it’s making me tired. I can’t follow the plot with so many thoughts racing through my head, and my eyes are heavy. I can’t keep them open however hard I try. This could be exhaustion or Landon’s comfy couch.
The heat of his body beside me makes me lean toward him automatically. I know that I shouldn’t because it’s overstepping a mark. We aren’t teenage boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. We’re in our thirties and strangers. We don’t know one another like we used to anymore, so I can’t just rest my head on his shoulder like I would have done in the past.
But honestly, being here with Landon right now is mixing the past and the present in ways that are confusing to me, and the more that my eyes slide closed, the more intense this feeling becomes. I can almost feel his arm circling me and pulling me closer to him, protecting me in every single way. This sensation takes me back to my seventeenth birthday when we were last together, before I was ripped away from his life, when he was giving me my bracelet.
I wonder if Landon noticed that I still wear the bracelet, just around my ankle now because I sometimes find it painful to look at it. Sometimes, I love it because it takes me back to that beautiful night, and other times, it reminds me that I lost the only man I ever loved. He’s back now, back in my life and by my side in a very shocking turn of events. But fate has brought him back into my life in the weirdest way possible, and I don’t know if that’s a sign or just a weird coincidence.
But the dream doesn’t stop where reality halted on that special night. It doesn’t end with just a kiss. He leans me back on the grass and starts to peel my clothing off. To be honest, we aren’t teens anymore in my mind. I’m the adult woman who knows her body much better now, and he’s the strong, muscular man who can just scoop me up in his arms and do what he wants to me. He’s an ex-military man, a man’s man, and it feels great to be claimed by him like this. We’re who we are now as his lips run all over my body and he touches me in a very special way, sending pleasure all the way through my body.
“Oh, Landon,” I murmur as I arch my back and roll my hips against him. “Landon, oh, my God. Landon, give me more.”
Teenage hormones told me that he would be good in bed, but seeing him now and considering how he rescued me without even thinking about the danger to his own life makes it that much better. I don’t feel like I’ve had this intense spark with anyone else, this intense chemistry, which is why things haven’t worked out before. I’ve never felt the power of an extreme orgasm, but I just know that Landon would be able to make me feel that, which is why my body is on fire right now.
“Heather?” At first, it starts as Landon calling out my name in the throes of pleasure too, but it soon becomes deeper and more insistent. There’s an urgency to his words that’s oh, so real. “Heather, Heather… is everything okay, Heather?”
I prize my eyes apart. I don’t know if I want to, really, but I do. The light filters in through my vision, making my eyes even blurrier than they were before. I’m dizzy, but with desire, so when I see Landon’s handsome face, it doesn’t feel like reality. I might as well still be locked in my wonderful dream where he’s sending my body to heaven.
“Landon,” I whisper as I run my fingers over his cheeks. He feels so real and raw, as do the soft couch cushions underneath me. Unlike everything before, this is definitely happening in real life, and that’s a little nerve-racking, but sexy as hell too.
“Heather, is everything okay?” He sounds so adorably concerned, my heart sings for him. “You sound like you’re in pain. I know that you’re sleeping and everything, and I don’t mean to wake you up, but I was worried about you.”
I silence him by grabbing him harder and pulling him toward me for a kiss. This definitely isn’t the wisest move in the world, but I don’t care. I fucking want to kiss Landon in a way that teenage me would have been too scared to do, and I can’t stop myself from acting on that. I need him right now, and the need is so intense and overwhelming that I never want this to end.
And my God, what a kiss. What a powerful, wonderful kiss. My head spins under the intensity of it all. His lips are delicious, his tongue sexy and wonderful as it explores my mouth, his hands in exactly the right position on my hips. Fireworks are exploding all the way through my body in a powerful, uncontrollable way. Every fiber inside me, every cell is erupting, all for Landon. Right now, he’s my whole world and I love it. Wow, this is even better than in my dream. I can’t let go of him. He’s phenomenal, the hottest guy I’ve ever had anywhere near me. I feel like the luckiest woman alive…
“Is this okay?” he asks for my permission as his hand runs down my body, over my breast and toward my thigh. Landon Ross asking for my consent isn’t a surprise. He’s always been sweet and considerate like that, but his words heat me up even more. I feel like I’m engulfed in an intense desire-filled fire and I’m completely overwhelmed by it all. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh, Landon, touch me wherever you want to,” I moan desperately. I’m still half in my dream, half in reality, and it really is something else. “I want you, I need you. I want us to do everything that we didn’t get a chance to when we were younger.”
My words enflame him too, and we strip one another in a hurried, eager fashion. My desperate fingers practically rip all the material off him because I can’t stand another moment going by without seeing all of him. Right now, in the lustful heat of this morning, it feels like fate has brought me and Landon back together for this very moment. To be together like this.
“Wow.” I can’t help but breathe out my surprise at the sheer sight of him. He’s incredible, phenomenal, stunning. He was always good-looking, obviously, which is why I fell for him, but now he’s grown into the sort of man seen in Hollywood, on magazines, not the sort of guy I should be here with. “Fucking hell, Landon, look at you. You’re gorgeous.”
“Me?” He lets out a little chuckle. “My goodness, look at you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I can’t reply because his mouth is all over me in seconds. All over my throat and collarbone, slowly moving downward over my breasts, my nipples, my torso… Landon is leaving a trail of space dust behind as he goes. Sparkles and flames lick all over me every single time his tongue darts over my skin, tasting the perspiration he’s caused to spring all over me. I’m hot, on fire, and writhing underneath him, which only encourages Landon more. I can see how much he’s enjoying driving me wild.
“Mmm your scent is intoxicating,” he murmurs as he presses his nose between my thighs. The hot blasts of air bursting out of his mouth vibrate against my core, making me shudder violently. I can’t contain myself. He’s too much. It really hasn’t ever been like this with any other man before. Landon is so much more, just as I knew he would be. Only this time, it’s real, not invented in my mind. It really is his nose nudging my thighs apart and his lips coming toward my soaking wet slit.
“Oh, Landon.” I reach down and knot my fingers up in his hair, arching my body toward him because he’s teasing me, taking much too long to get to where I need him so badly it hurts. The throbbing pounding between my legs is nearly shaking me apart. I don’t think I can handle it any longer. I’m a pressure cooker about to explode if he doesn’t come to me right now… “Landon!”
Then in one fell swoop, he knocks the words right from me, the breath too. Landon doesn’t intend to give me a moment to adjust to the feel of his mouth all over me. He’s become a mad man on a mission, desperate to coax an orgasm from me. He’s everywhere, all over me, the wet heat of his rough tongue alternating between plunging deep inside me and tracing phenomenal patterns all over my clit until I can’t take it anymore. Holy fuck, this is like no other. He’s dragging me deep under the waters of pleasure with him, and I can’t do anything but scream and thrash as the pleasure drowns me.
It feels like only seconds before the tsunami of pleasure overwhelms me completely. The waves are powerful. They hit me from every goddamn angle, making sure that I’m sent spinning into space and I can’t crash back to earth anytime soon. If I didn’t have my hands all knotted up in Landon’s hair, connecting me to something real, I would think that I’d lost it at last.
There is something here for sure, something special and powerful, something mind-blowing. No wonder dating hasn’t ever been for me. Not when it isn’t Landon. I was waiting for him. I always have been, and now I have him at last.
“Come here,” I beg pitifully as the post-orgasmic bliss cascades through my system. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Thankfully, there is no teasing this time around, no messing about because Landon wants me as badly as I do him. He crashes his lips to me hard and angles himself at my core, waiting for permission to be let inside. Since I’m not quite sated enough yet and I need so much more, I flip my hips off the couch and allow his rock-hard length to slide inside me, to fill me up.
Fucking hell. That feels good. I don’t think I’m going to be done with Landon anytime soon. I think this will be the rest of my night, the rest of my fucking life. What started off as almost the end of my life has just become a brand-new chapter, and this is one, I want to cling to forever. I finally have this incredible man back in my life and inside me for the very first time. With every thrust increasing in pressure and pleasure, I know that I need to find a way to cling to him now.
I can’t lose Landon Ross again. The first time nearly killed me. This time, I won’t survive it. I know.
“Oh, Heather, Heather.” Hearing him call out my name over and over like a prayer connects me to him on a level so deep I didn’t know it could go that far. “Heather, I… I…”
He doesn’t quite manage to finish his sentiment before the pleasure grips us both, but it doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he means.