Chapter 10
“I should- the bedroom-” He lowered slowly, his mouth trailing along her neck as he fought to take off his shoes and fight with the buckle of his belt. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Nothing else would suffice.
“No.” Her arms went around his neck, sliding down his back, feeling the muscles bunch and quiver.
She had seen his power and anger unleashed in his defense of her, and it had stunned as well as aroused her.
Her fingers found his chest with its light furrow of hair.
When she touched the nipples, he drew in a sharp breath.
Kicking away the clothing, including the underwear he had managed to take off, he settled next to her, hands roaming over the silkiness of her skin.
“It’s been so long.” His voice was thick, his hands trembling. “Too long. I cannot wait.” He bent his head to nibble at her neck, drawing the skin between his teeth. Her body arched, fingers gripping his powerful forearms, nails digging in.
He was slowly and methodically destroying her senses.
And she was enjoying every minute of it.
When they were teenagers, they had explored and taught each other how to draw out the pleasure.
It had been wild back then and even wilder now.
When he turned her in his arms and brought his lips to meet hers, she met him eagerly, her mouth opening to draw his tongue between her teeth.
His hands slid over her ribcage, cupping her breasts as he feasted on her lips. Need clawed through him like a living thing with tentacles. He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.
Dragging his lips from hers, he devoured her throat, licking at the pulse drumming madly beneath the skin. Her body quivered in response when he trailed kisses further down.
As soon as he touched his lips to her nipple, she felt the heat exploding inside her. With trembling fingers, she clutched at him, arching her back to meet the hungry demands of his mouth.
And he was starving. Seizing the nipple, he suckled, drawing the tight bud into his mouth and devouring the flesh.
One hand slid between her thighs, pressing against the warmth of her sex.
Kady felt as if she was going up in flames.
No man ever had the power to make her feel this way.
Need pounded through her body like a sledgehammer.
He brought her over the first crashing crest as soon as he slid a finger inside her warmth.
The climax was unbearable! So much so that it had her crying out his name, her body vibrating.
The thrill of it went through him like lightning. She was slick and wet and ready for him. He was hard as steel, his body throbbing, heart pounding. Switching to the next breast, he gave it the same thorough treatment until she was a mass of quivering nerves beneath him.
His mouth traveled downwards, kissing her trembling stomach, before heading further down.
He touched that intimate part of her, kissing, inhaling her scent before using his tongue to destroy her as he touched the swollen mound.
She crested again, her body jerking, fingers gripping his shoulders as her body splintered into a million pieces.
“I can’t,” she whispered shakily as she surfaced.
“You can.” He was mad for her. Picking her up, he settled her on top of him and managed to rise, even though his knees were buckling.
When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he plunged into her, his body jerking at the feel of her tightness wrapping around him like a glove. He had to stop, his eyes meeting hers.
“Kady-Ann.” The groan was torn from the deepest recesses of his chest. Never in his life had he felt anything this good.
It had been incredible back then, but now it was indescribable.
“Kady-Ann.” His lips sought hers and the kiss took on a wildness that had her clinging to him weakly.
Using one hand to support her, he gripped the banister and, without ending the kiss, somehow managed to make his way up the stairs and into his suite.
Leaving the door open, he stumbled into his bedroom and walked the few feet towards his bed. She had an impression of wide open spaces and several windows before he lowered her to the bed. Then her mind emptied as he started moving, and she could not think at all.
It was better, he thought hazily.
He had suspected it would be, but he had never dreamed it could be even more than he had ever hoped or dreamed of.
She felt wonderful. This was where he belonged, where he would always belong, where he would always be.
She was his. She had been his from the first time he laid eyes on her, and nothing, not death or the threat of it, would ever convince him to leave her again.
Lifting his head, he brushed back her hair, his fingers trembling, the expression on his face sending her heart into overdrive.
Words wanted to burst from her lips, but she managed to drive them back.
This wasn’t the time. There were so many things she wanted to say, wanted him to say, but not now.
Her fingers touched his strong jaw and then his lips as their eyes met and held.
“Kady-Ann,” he whispered hoarsely. He could not seem to stop saying her name. He wanted to say so much more, but the words were strangled inside his throat. He was here, inside her. Her body was fused to his and he could think of no other place he would rather be.
He also knew that as soon as he started moving, it would be all over. But he had the entire night. Bending his head to hers again, he moved slowly at first, then increased the pace until she was moving with him.
The climax was explosive and immediate. He came first, his long, lean body driving into hers with an urgency that had her arching upwards. Her cries were swallowed inside his mouth as her world fell apart again.
Her eyes flickered open slowly as she came back down to earth.
He was still sprawled on top of her, still buried deep inside her, his body molded to hers, and she did not want it any different.
The arms that had slid lifelessly from his shoulders lifted to cradle his head, buried between her hair and shoulder.
He was as still as death, except that his skin was warm and his heart was beating hard against hers.
Landry knew he was crushing her and should move, but aside from not having the strength to make that move, he was loath to end the incredible intimacy. He was still blown away, his insides shattered by what they had just shared.
Lifting his head, he looked at her, feeling the electric jolt straight to his heart at the sight of her.
Her hair tumbled freely over his pale blue pillowcase; her lips were swollen from his hungry dedication to them.
Her eyes were slumbrous, indicating a woman well loved.
Her beauty staggered him. He wanted her in his bed, in his life for always.
He wanted to wake up to the sight of her every single morning for the next hundred years or more.
And she was holding him. Of her own volition, she had her arms curved around his neck.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” A smile curved her lips and sent his libido soaring. He would not be waiting long for round two. “That was…” her voice tailed off as if she could not find the appropriate words to describe what had happened just now.
“Mind-blowing?” His lifted brow had her laughing. The laughter soon turned into a moan when he moved inside her.
“Landry,” she breathed.
“Is it a surprise that I want you again?” He was moving slowly, circling his hips, his eyes intense on her face. “That I would be aroused again? I want you so much it hurts here.” Taking her hand from around his neck, he laid it flat on his chest.
“Everywhere.” Lifting the hand, he kissed the palm and had her gasping when his tongue stroked the skin. “All night.” His voice had thickened. “You’d best be prepared,” he murmured as he increased the pace, while he still watched her. “I don’t intend to stop.”
He was true to his word. The rosy tint was just streaking over the sky, indicating that it was dawn, when he reluctantly allowed her to get some rest. Easing off her, he pulled her into the crook of his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
Kady dropped into an exhausted sleep first and Landry followed almost immediately.
For the first time in years, he slept dreamlessly.
***
He rose before her and woke with a frown when he felt the unfamiliar pressure against him. It didn’t take long for memories to come flooding back. She was here! As unbelievable as it was, she was here in his bed. He had the distinct pleasure of staring at her.
She looked sexily rumpled, her hair streaming on his shoulder.
One hand was curled into a fist on his chest and her very shapely thigh was thrown over his.
He had drawn the duvet over them before he drifted off to sleep, but her movements had shifted it during the night, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her breasts.
Desire was like a living thing inside him.
He had made love to her four times during the night and morning, emptying himself into her and starting all over again.
He had been greedy and desperate, and he was becoming so even now. A glimpse at the clock showed that it was past eleven. They had slept away most of the morning and he had no doubt that his sister or even his parents were trying to get in touch with him.
No doubt the guards or the crowd gathered outside while he had been beating that bastard to a pulp had reported back inside the ballroom. Closing his eyes briefly, he thanked Christ that he had silenced his phone at some point last night. He was not ready for the interrogation he knew was coming.