Closing her eyes, she clenched her thighs together. Right before she was about to move again the sound of the door opening behind her had her snapping her eyes open.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the light was already off and saw steam billow out of the bathroom.
She stood there, knowing she should leave, but unable to move. And then Landon stepped out, his focus on the towel he was securing around his waist. Her heart raced at the sight of his body, and the definition. Her body instantly reacted to everything that made up Landon.
A light sheen of wetness covered his body, and she even saw droplets slide down the wide, rippling expanse of his chest. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and all she could do was stand there and stare.
She hadn’t even realized she’d turned and faced him fully until he lifted his head and their eyes locked.
Her breathing quickened, her nipples grew hard, and the most intimate part of her grew so wet with arousal she felt it coating her panties, saturating the material.
He was so fit, so in shape and muscular that every feminine part of her woke up, like a zap of lightening and made her finally come alive.
They didn’t speak, and for a second neither moved. But then he came closer, and the scent of him, all fresh and clean, filled her head. She felt intoxicated from it, dizzy with lust.
He was looking her up and down, and despite the fact she wore an old tank top, no bra, and a pair of cotton shorts, Lyric felt like she was wearing the most attractive negligee ever.
It was just because of the way he looked at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts, and stopping at the strip of flesh that she knew was exposed at her midriff.
She wasn’t the thinnest girl, not by a long shot. With wide hips, a slightly rounded belly, and thighs she’d always thought were a little too full, she’d always considered herself on the plus size spectrum.
But it was clear, by the way Landon looked at her, that he liked every part of her.
“Lyric, what are you doing?” he said in a deep, slightly husky voice.
The smell of him, darkly rich and intoxicating, washed over her, and she found herself closing her eyes, not even able to answer him. She should ask what he was doing, as well, because as it was she felt like he was eye-fucking her.
When she was able to open her eyes again, she realized this small noise left her, as if a hum of approval, or a moan of arousal. She felt her cheeks heat at the embarrassing sound that just came from her.
“What are you doing?” she asked in return, her voice soft, so soft she didn’t even know if he heard her. He was so big, so tall, and so intense, that she couldn’t even think straight.
His masculinity and testosterone surrounded her, and she felt wholly feminine in his presence, fragile almost.
Dirty thoughts, filthy even, slammed into her head and she felt her mouth go dry, her throat tighten.
Landon didn’t respond to her question, didn’t even move. But his gaze was at half-mast, and she could feel the desire coming from him.
At that moment she wanted to be kissed by him so, badly, damn what anyone thought, and screw it if it was considered wrong. The arousal she felt was like a thunderstorm inside of her, not about to be tamed or diminished.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
Don’t go there. Just walk back to your room. If this goes any further you could ruin what small and fragile connection you made with him at the creek.
Finding strength she didn’t know she possessed, she took a step back, but to her utter surprise Landon moved a step forward. When she took another step back, her heart beating a rapid rhythm, her breath coming in short pants, she knew that this arousal wasn’t one way.
The wall right beside her bedroom door stopped her retreat. She knew what she wanted to do with him was wrong on so many levels, but she also didn’t care.
Landon was close enough that she felt his warm, minty smelling breath skate across her face. He had a few days worth of stubble covering his square jaw, and her fingers twitched to touch his cheeks, to feel that abrasive texture on her hands.
“Landon,” she whispered his name and watched as he closed his eyes.
But then he clenched his jaw, the muscles flexing under the skin, and turned from her. He went into his room and shut the door, but before he’d done that she’d seen the huge erection he’d been sporting, tenting the material of his towel.
God, he wants me, too.
Chapter
Six
Landon shut his bedroom door and leaned against it, his cock throbbing. He felt like a fucking pervert for the things he thought about Lyric, for the fact he wanted her so damn badly.