Chapter 19
Landon
I’ve never made a woman cry when I’m hoping to have sex with her. Zoe says she’s crying happy tears, but uneasiness builds in my chest.
She needs to know I’m not sweet-talking her just to get in her pants. She is an amazing woman, and she deserves the best life has to offer her. Her pleasure should be paramount, not mine.
Honestly, I already have what I want: time with her.
Everything else is whipped cream on top.
I gather her into my arms and rub her back. Her toes are cold against mine. I snatch one of the throw blankets from the basket on the end of the sofa and wrap it around us and settle on the sofa with her on my lap.
“Zoe, you should expect people to be nice to you.”
“This isn’t how this was supposed to go.” She buries her face in her hands. “I’m messing everything up.”
I peel her hands away and kiss her cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”
“Do we?”
“Whatever you need.”
Her mouth twists. I didn’t answer the question.
“What are we doing?” Her voice is a whisper against my chest.
“Snuggling.”
She smacks my arm again. “Is this a one-night stand? Did you mean what you said about every day for the rest of your life, or was that a line? Is this just…” She wrinkles her nose. “Just fucking?” She spits the words like they taste bad.
“What do you think this is?”
“Uh-uh.” She wiggles in my lap, so we’re nose to nose, her expressive hazel eyes pinning me in place. “Answer my question first. What is this to you?”
“It’s a beautiful woman in my arms. It’s a wonderful night that I don’t want to end. It’s the beginning of something, but I can’t promise how long it will last.”
“You don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Exactly.”
“What can you promise me?”
“To treat you like a queen for as long as I’m here.”
I would have sex with Zoe every day for the rest of my life if I could, but that isn’t what our future holds. We don’t know where my next business venture will take me or what this town will need from her. Can she walk away from them? If I asked her to be mine, to leave Rainwater Bay, would she?
Zoe’s the entire package. The kind of woman I would be lucky to spend my life with, if I were the settling down kind.
I love running our company.
I love solving complex problems on an international scale.
I love searching for that next great adventure.
Rainwater Bay is a haven. Can it be my life? I don’t know. This is too new for me to make those decisions.
If she needs declarations of undying love before we sleep together, I can’t give her that.
This night is already more than I expected, more than I dreamed possible.
Honestly, I didn’t expect her to let me through the door, and now I’ve got her naked in my arms. How can I complain?
She nibbles her bottom lip.
I tug it free. “Your turn. What do you want?”
The blanket drops from her shoulders and she takes my hand. “Come to bed.”
“And then?”
“Make me scream your name.”
I stand. “How do I do that?”
“Is your mouth good for anything besides endearing pick-up lines?” She slides our hands to the mound between her legs and guides my finger between her hot, wet folds.
My cock thickens, wanting to be set loose to devour this woman. “It’s even better.” I flip her over my shoulder and carry her to her room.
She giggles—the sweetest sound in the world besides her hungry moans—and squeezes my ass as I maneuver us through her door. This will be a night she never forgets for all the right reasons.
I toss her on the bed, crawling toward her.
She presses her hand to my chest. “Pants off.”
“I love when you’re bossy.” I flick the button free and step out of my pants and boxer briefs.
My cock is eager to join the party, but she comes first. I lift her leg, kiss her ankle, her calf, the inside of her thigh.
She wiggles, trying to slide her core to my lips, but I barely graze her flesh, teasing, tempting.
The desire in her eyes builds as I come close to where she wants me, but never quite there. She whimpers.
I don’t need her to beg, but I will take my time savoring her.
When I press my lips to her clit, her thighs tighten around my shoulders.
The flat of my tongue draws slow circles around the bud.
I graze it with my teeth, sucking it like I sucked her luscious nipples before.
With every stroke, her breathing picks up, her hands claw at the sheets, then move to the back of my head, holding me exactly where she wants me.
But there’s no risk of me leaving this sweet heaven. She tastes like a favorite dessert I can’t get enough of. The one I return to time and time again because it satisfies me like nothing else.
How did I get so lucky that Zoe chose me?
I add a finger to her core, stroking deep inside her as I gorge myself on her pussy.
My erection pulses, jealous it isn’t getting a turn.
But we’ll get there. Just thinking about replacing my fingers with my cock almost makes me come. I clench down, focus on her pulse fluttering on the inside of her thigh. She moans and mews, nonsensical sounds that delight and excite me.
She’s close. Her breathing’s erratic. Her fingers pull my hair, pressing me hard as her hips buck and writhe.
I press an open-mouth kiss to her thigh. “Come for me, Comet. You taste fucking amazing. I need more of you on my tongue. Please.”
My tongue swirls her clit, and she screams. “Landon. Yes. Oh, my. Yes.” Her cum coats my tongue and my lips as her orgasm overwhelms her.
Fuck yes. This is simultaneously the most powerful and humbling feeling in the world.
She writhes against my mouth as I wring every ounce of pleasure I can from her.
When she collapses, she covers her face with a pillow.
I snatch it away. “None of that.” I take her mouth and settle my weight between her thighs. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I made such weird sounds. It’s embarrassing.”
I slide my cock through her folds, bumping the tip against her clit, and she shudders. “They were erotic and sexy.”
“They were not.”
“Let me prove otherwise.” I grab the condom from my pants pocket.
“You just happen to carry that around?”
I kiss her hard and deep. “Since I met you? Hell, yes.”
“Landon.” She buries her face in her hands again.
I don’t understand her need to hide from me. Why is she embarrassed by how hot she is?
Every man in Rainwater Bay should carry a condom hoping they have the pleasure of pleasuring my sexy mayor.
My stomach twists. Never mind. She’s mine. No one else gets to see her flushed chest, her perfect nipples. That pussy is only for me.
I squeeze my cock, so I don’t come with the first press inside her. She watches me with wide, hungry eyes.
“You want this?”
She nods and licks her lips.
“Need you to say it, Comet.”
Her face pinches into a sassy smirk. “Landon, I want your penis.”
I flop on my back. “Then take it.”
“Cowgirl fetish?”
“I want to see these perky breasts bounce as you ride me.”
“I didn’t realize you were so dirty.”
“That’s not dirty, Comet. That’s the truth.” I palm her breast with one hand and tug her hip toward me with the other. “I fantasize about your head thrown back in oblivion.”
She straddles me, my cock pressing against her entrance. “Like this.” She slips down, working my cock until I’m hilt-deep in her core.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the pleasure pushes me to snap my hips into her, driving for more, but she’s not ready yet.
Her core is tight. I don’t want to hurt her by going too fast.
She traces her fingers across my cheekbones. “Look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and I meet her gaze. The soft devotion in their hazel depths is almost as intoxicating as being inside her. Almost.
Until she rocks her hips and the pressure builds in my spine. She’s slow at first. I squeeze her hips and match my thrusts to hers.
Her hot pussy flutters as she strokes harder. This is better than any fantasy I could conjure.
Our bodies slap together and the pleasure builds. I try to slow her down so I don’t come too fast, but she won’t let me. She speeds up our pace, rocking so the root of my cock grinds against her clit with every thrust.
She shatters, squeezes me tight, and I follow her into ecstasy.
Zoe
Lazy morning light tugs my eyes open. I’m satisfied and sore in places I haven’t felt in years. Landon is as talented with his cock as he is with his mouth. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night. I didn’t know it was possible for me, but oh, my word, do I want more.
Landon is wrapped around me like the foil on the breakfast burrito he bought me. His warm breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck. His morning wood presses into my ass.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms after our third round. A niggle in the back of my mind says I should have made him leave last night, but I didn’t want to.
I was too satisfied to want anything but him, over and over again.
I’m selfish.
There will be consequences for my actions, but for the first time in a long time, I don’t care.
I’ll deal with them when they come.
For now, I’m going to enjoy being held by a man who wants me for me.
Do I wake him?
If so, how?
Is it too much to hope for a repeat of last night?
I don’t know how to navigate whatever this thing is between us.
Dating?
Friends with benefits?
Acquaintances with benefits?
We didn’t make promises.
It was too earthshattering to be a one-time thing, but what if that’s what he’s expecting? He said he wanted to have sex with me every day, but what if I didn’t live up to his expectations?
My breathing accelerates. Was it as good for him as it was for me? I think so, but what if it wasn’t? What if he wakes up and doesn’t want me anymore? Did we scratch the itch and now he’s fine to move on?
The arm banded around my waist tightens, and he places a soft kiss at the base of my neck. “Shh.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re tense. Don’t be tense.”
“I just—”