Chapter 19 #2
The tip of my tongue passes over my lips.
“Stop looking at me like that.” His voice is filled with need.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss me.”
I step closer. “Then stop staring at me like you might let me.”
He inches toward me, our chests brushing together. “Oh, I’d definitely let you.”
“Have you wondered what it’d be like?” My hands lift on their own accord, tracing the dips and curves of his shoulders.
“I think you know the answer to that question.” His large hands slide around my lower back, pulling me close to close the gap between us so we’re flush against one another. His hardness presses against me. “Tell me, did you make yourself come the other night after you heard me?”
My nails skate along his collar bone. “I didn’t.”
His head dips down, his mouth hovering dangerously close over mine. “Aren’t you dying to give in to it?”
My lips part, adrenaline coursing through me. “No.”
Landon shakes his head, slow and deliberate. “Liar.”
I arch a brow. “If you want it so bad, then why haven’t you made a move?”
“Because I’m gonna need to hear you say it first.” He moves forward, edging me backward.
“I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, because I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding later.
” He guides me until the backs of my legs hit his dresser, his hands coming up to tip my chin, angling my mouth toward his.
“Later, when you regret this and try to blame me, there won’t be an inkling of a doubt in your mind.
You asked me to kiss you.” His nose brushes mine.
“So, I’m gonna need you to use your words. ”
“Worried your skills won’t be up to par, and I’ll regret it?” It’s a feeble attempt at a taunt, barely any power behind my words. He’s distracting me, with his thumb tracing the outline of my mouth.
“I know how much you love being in charge, Ainsley.” He smirks. “Tell me what to do.”
My body screams at me to give in. Desire dulls my senses, and my defenses weaken.
I shouldn’t.
It’ll complicate things.
But God do I want to...
Fuck it.
I tug on the hair at the back of his head, needing some semblance of control. “Kiss me, Landon, and make it good.”
The words are barely out before Landon’s mouth crashes into mine.
Clutching my jaw in his hands, he tilts my head and sweeps his tongue between my lips.
I open for him, and his tongue surges inside, searching for mine.
I grip onto him and match his demanding urgency, fusing our mouths together in a scorching kiss.
As if he can’t get close enough, Landon grabs me by my thighs and lifts me onto the dresser.
Whatever’s on top clatters to the floor without a care as I wrap my legs around him, locking him against me.
We both groan at the feel of each other, his incredible hardness pressed against the spot I’m throbbing for him most.
With one hand squeezing my hip, Landon uses his other to yank on the scrunchie holding up my ponytail, freeing my hair. He wraps my long strands around his fist and groans into my mouth as our tongues entwine. He’s ravenous, feasting on me like he’s gasping for his last breath.
I’m kissing Landon Fletcher.
After all these years, all the history between us, tethered by the same emotions that never dissipated. Like a lighthouse weathering a storm, the wind and waves battered us, eroding who we were. But we’re still standing, still here in the same spot. Everything changed, yet nothing ever did.
I’m kissing Landon Fletcher.
And I don’t want to stop.
I roll my hips against him, needing to relieve the building ache between my legs.
Landon’s fingers curl around my hip, and it feels like a warning.
Don’t do that again unless you’re prepared for the consequences.
I do it again, of course, and Landon draws out a low groan, his hips twitching against me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers against my mouth. He keeps one hand on my hip, and the other in my hair. He’s holding back, letting me set the pace and take what I want.
What do I want?
I let my hands roam his bare chest and down the ripples of his abdomen, exploring this new part of him, until I reach the dusting of hair leading to his boxers. Using my nails, I scratch the soft hairs there, relishing in the way his body shivers under my touch.
Landon sucks on my tongue, his own moving against mine in slow, languid strokes. My clit throbs as I imagine his tongue between my legs instead.
I slip my fingers underneath the elastic of his waistband, about to venture south, desperate to feel him.
“Landon!”
Landon jumps back, his eyes darting toward the staircase that leads to where his mother is standing upstairs.
I hop off the dresser and the room spins, my head reeling from the abrupt halt we just screeched to.
“Landon, are you down there?” Marie calls again.
He crouches down and snatches his clean clothes off the floor. “Uh, yeah. Just getting changed.”
“Is Ainsley with you? She’s not outside.”
Landon pushes his sweats into my hands and guides me toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I press my ear to the door, straining to hear what’s happening.
“She’s changing in the bathroom,” Landon calls. “We’ll be up in two minutes.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
I yank on his T-shirt and sweatpants, and face the mirror as I gather my hair into a loose braid over my shoulder. My cheeks are flush, my lips swollen.
My vagina is still throbbing.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I close my eyes and blow out a long breath.
I just kissed Landon Fletcher.
What was I thinking?
How did this happen?
Why did I let this happen?
Moreover, I wanted this to happen.
Landon’s voice is right outside the door. “I can hear you overthinking from out here.”
A sheepish smile tugs on my lips. I crack open the door, and on instinct my eyes drop to his crotch. The shorts he’s wearing are doing nothing to hide the fact that he’s still very turned on.
Landon reaches out and tips my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “Don’t you dare tell me you regret this, Ainsley Morgan, because I sure as hell don’t, and I don’t want to hear any of the excuses you’ve managed to conjure up in your head in the last thirty seconds either.”
My lips part, ready to fire back at him, but he cuts me off and presses his lips against mine.
Without an ounce of resistance from me, his tongue slips inside and slides against mine.
My knees buckle, but Landon holds me steady.
With one hand around my waist and the other threaded through my hair, Landon kisses the fuck out of me.
Then he pulls back, his chest heaving and his brown eyes almost black with need. “This will happen again, you and me. And next time, there won’t be any interruptions.”
Oh.
He leaves me standing in his bathroom, and heads upstairs.
I lean over the sink and splash some cool water on my face, a failed attempt at regaining my composure before I have to put on a game face in front of everyone upstairs.
But it doesn’t erase the blaring voice in my head...
You’re so screwed.