Chapter 26 #2
I cross the room to her. No more games. No more banter. Just the heat building in my chest and the way her breath stutters when I stop in front of her. She tilts her chin up, lips parted, and her eyes meet mine. “What?”
I don’t answer. I just trace my knuckles down her cheek, then I lean in, close enough that I feel her breath on my mouth. “You drive me crazy,” I murmur. “Goddammit, Lan. I want this. I want us. I want to give us a second chance.”
The expression on her face is hard to read. It’s hopeful, but there’s hesitation there too.
“Do you want that?” I ask. “I mean, could you see us together again, without everything else in the way? Are you willing to try?”
My heart slams against my ribs and I wait, terrified at the possibility that she might not want me the same way I want her. My mind has been racing non-stop since she walked back into my life and right now, something has cracked inside of me. I’m done waiting. I need her.
“Ford…it’s not that simple. We?—”
“It is that simple. I’m not saying we can just go back to what we used to be. I know it’s been a long time. But I still want you, Landyn. I never stopped.”
“Me too,” she finally admits. “But we’re still us and we can’t erase everything that has happened…I’ve hurt you. I know that.”
“And we’re lucky that we found each other again.
We can’t throw it away this time.” I cup her jaw in my hands.
“We can do it right this time. Get to know each other again without anyone in our way. We can go as slow as you want, Lan. It’s always been you for me and I’m not willing to lose another seven years. ”
She lets out a soft laugh. “We don’t know how to take things slow. That’s never been our thing.”
“Then let’s not take it slow,” I murmur.
She shakes her head and my heart twists. “Ford…there are things we need to talk about.”
“There’s nothing you could say that would change how I feel.”
“You don’t know that,” she whispers. “We need to talk.”
I lean forward, resting my forehead against hers. “Be with me tonight,” I say. “No expectations. No past. Just us. You can say whatever you need to say in the morning.”
Her brown eyes lock on mine, and then she nods.
So, I kiss her .
It’s not soft or slow. I kiss her like I’ve been waiting years to do it. She gasps against my mouth, and I take full advantage, my tongue slipping past her lips, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her into me, needing her to feel it. All of it.
She leans into me, her hips pressing to mine, and I know this is it. Tonight, I’m not letting her go.
There’s nothing gentle or hesitant between us now—just need, and want, and the sound she makes when I back her into the wall beside the stairs. My hips roll into hers, searching for friction, and my hard cock against her clit has her lips falling open and a moan slipping from her lips.
“You’re hard, Ford,” she says against my mouth.
“I’m constantly hard when I’m around you, Lan. It’s a problem,” I growl before nipping at her bottom lip with my teeth.
She pulls at my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. “Take it off.”
I do, ripping it open, not bothering with finesse. Buttons scatter to the floor as I shrug it off, and her hands are on my chest like she’s been starving for this.
“God,” she breathes, dragging her nails down my ribs. Her bottom lip is trapped under her teeth as her eyes gaze down my body. “Ford…”
“Say it again,” I growl, catching her mouth in another kiss as my hands slide up her thighs and under her dress.
“Say my name again.” She whispers it as I grip her ass, lifting her easily off the floor.
She locks her legs around my waist as I press her back into the wall, grinding against her.
She moans, low and guttural, and I swear it goes straight to my already rock-hard cock.
“You’ve changed a lot in seven years. You’re different but still the same,” she says, drawing paths slowly over my muscles like she’s seeing me for the first time. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“You have no idea.”
I carry her across the living room and drop her onto the couch, kneeling between her thighs. Her dress is hitched up to her hips, and when I drag it off her in one swift move, she lifts her arms, letting it go. Now she’s in nothing but a pale blue lace bra and panties. Fuck me.
“You’re unreal,” I mutter, leaning down to kiss the curve of her stomach. “You know that?”
Her fingers slide into my hair as I kiss a trail lower. But I’m not giving her everything. Not yet. Instead, I rise again, pull her off the couch and into me.
She tugs at my belt, lips finding my neck. We’re tangled. Desperate. “Bedroom.”
I nod once, already walking her backward. In the hallway, she stops just long enough to pull my belt free with a wicked smile, then lets it drop to the floor.
“You’re beautiful and you’re a menace,” I murmur, dragging my lips to my favorite freckle on her jaw and then down her neck.
She grins. “You love it.”
She’s right. Landyn might come off as soft and sweet, but behind closed doors, she’s bold and curious. She’s never been too shy to ask for what she wants. Take what she needs.
She’s stunning. Smooth, olive skin. Toned and perfect in a way that makes me ache to ruin her, to mark every inch as mine, to prove no one else could ever touch her the way I will.
I pause to take her in. No one has ever been able to turn me on that way she does.
When my heart slows to an almost normal pace, I lean in and kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth .
I grab her ass, pick her up, and carry her to my bedroom. Once inside, I kick the door closed behind us, then she unwinds her legs from around my waist and slips down my body until her toes find the ground.
“Take your clothes off, Landyn. Nice and slow while I watch you.”
She takes a few steps backward, closer to the bed, her brown eyes glued to mine the entire time.
I watch her hands reach around to find the clasp of her bra, teasing me as the straps fall from her shoulders.
When the lace drops to the floor, I lick my lips in anticipation.
Landyn’s tits are fucking perfect. I remember how her nipples would harden when I sucked on them, how she would moan, her head falling back when I nipped them with my teeth.
I remember everything she likes. I’m hard as hell when her fingers slip under the lace around her hips, and she lowers her panties to the ground.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur. “I remember every inch of you, Lan.”
“You really haven’t forgotten?”
I reach for her, brushing the tips of my fingers over her hips. “There hasn’t been a day since you left that I haven’t pictured you in my mind.”
She smiles against my mouth then she pulls back, her eyes filled with heat and something that feels a hell of a lot like trust.
I reach for the button on my jeans only for her to swat my hand away.
“Let me,” she says dropping to her knees, tracing the line of hair leading from my belly button to my cock until her fingers reach the waistband of my pants.
She flicks open the button then slowly unzips the fly.
She pushes my pants and my briefs over my hips to the floor, leaving me bare when my cock springs free.
Her eyes move over me slowly, like she’s memorizing me again, and I swear I feel it in every nerve ending.
I cup her jaw. “Are you okay?”
She nods, just the slightest movement of her head, and a small smile tips her lips. “I think I forgot how big you are,” she breathes, her voice trembling with awe as her gaze drags over my cock. “You just… took my breath away. It’s my turn to make you feel good.”
“Fuck, baby. You look so beautiful on your knees for me.” I run my hand through her hair, my muscles coiled tight in anticipation waiting for her mouth. “I can only imagine how good you’re going to look with my cock in your mouth.”
“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” she says, wrapping her hand around my shaft, and I groan, loud and guttural, as her mouth follows.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand tangling in her hair as her lips close around the head of my cock, tongue swirling, teasing. “Goddamn, Landyn. You’re gonna kill me.”
She hums around me, and I swear I see stars. She’s slow and deliberate, taking her time, teasing just the crown with her tongue, sucking me in inch by inch, looking up at me with eyes that make me want to wreck her.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I growl, straining to stay still, my legs already trembling.
She moans again, sending another jolt straight through me, swirling her tongue around the head. Then she teases me, licking slow paths up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, before she sucks me to the back of her throat.
“You’re gonna make me come down your throat if you keep sucking me like that.” I warn her.
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t slow down. She continues to work me with her mouth while she jacks me off at the base with one hand and lightly dusts the skin of my balls with the other.
I try to focus on not coming but when she looks up at me, her mouth full of my cock, all I can do is hold her head in place and rock my hips into her mouth. I’m so damn close, I can feel the tip hit the back of her throat, but I want to be inside her too damn badly to come now.
I can’t take much more. I pull her off gently, her lips glistening, cheeks flushed.
“Get up here,” I say roughly, grabbing her and carrying her to the bed.
Her head falls back against the pillow while I crawl over her, burying my face into her neck.
Her eyes close right before I kiss her—hot and deep, with years of ache poured into every stroke of my tongue against hers.
She melts into me, hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me in like she needs me just as badly.
“You’re perfect.” I grind against her, my cock thick and heavy between us, rubbing against her wetness as I kiss her again, slow this time, knowing we have all night.
I take my time pressing kisses to her jaw, down her throat until I reach her two perfect tits. I pinch her nipples with my fingers before sucking both stiff peaks into my mouth. I grow painfully harder, if that’s even possible, listening to every mewl and moan that leaves her mouth.
“I need you inside of me,” she pants.
Fuck, those are words I never thought I’d hear from her again. But not yet. First, I need to make her come with my tongue.
I work my way down her stomach, slow and hungry, kissing a trail over her skin as I go.
Her thighs are already trembling just from the anticipation, her skin so fucking sensitive.
I need to pause and grip the base of my dick to stop myself from coming at just thought of tasting her again.
When I get my shit together, I hold her legs down, spreading her wide.
She moans when I settle between her legs and press my mouth to her center like I’ve been starving for it because I have. I groan against her as I taste her, one hand spreading her open, the other gripping her hip so she can’t move, can’t escape the way I devour her.
“Fuck, June,” I rasp between licks. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her fingers sink into my hair, back arching as I suck her clit into my mouth, then lick her long and slow before doing it all over again.
I work her with my tongue and lips, teasing until she’s writhing and breathless, whispering my name like a prayer.
Her thighs tense around me, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur, mouth pressed hot against her. “I need to feel you come on my tongue.”
I bury my face between her thighs again, focusing on her clit because I know that’s what she likes. I suck on the bundle of nerves while sinking two fingers inside her. When I curl my fingers, brushing her front wall, I feel her tighten around my knuckles, her entire body contracting as she comes.
She comes with a soft cry, her heels digging into my back as she falls apart under my mouth. I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every last bit of pleasure from her, until she’s trembling and twitching, gasping for air.
When I crawl up her body, her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips kiss-bitten. “My God, Ford,” she whispers, still breathless .
“I told you,” I murmur, voice thick with heat. “I’ve been starving.”
Her breath catches as I settle between her thighs again, this time with my cock teasing her entrance, slick and aching to be inside her. I hold still, watching her face, brushing her hair back from her cheek.
“I want you,” I murmur, voice low and raw. “I’ve missed you.”
Her hands slide up my back, nails grazing my skin. “Then take me, Ford.”