Better than Sexy (The Sexy 3)

She narrowed her gaze. “You’re trying to seduce me into dating you. After we agreed to keep us on the down low.”

His boyish grin charmed her. “So?” he asked.

“So we agreed to keep things quiet–”

He silenced her with his mouth, his lips coming down on hers. Yep. Seducing her, she thought, his talented tongue gliding back and forth against hers. Without a struggle, she caved, kissing him back, giving them both what they wanted.

Desire rushed through her, their mouths melding, the feeling of perfection settling in her chest.

“Do we have an agreement?” He separated them just enough to ask.

She slicked her tongue over her damp bottom lip, taking pleasure in how his gaze followed the movement. “Yes. We do.” She couldn’t resist him, didn’t want to. If that meant going out on a date, she’d do it. Summer would come to an end soon enough. Might as well gather up all the time with Landon she could get.

“And that was easier than I thought,” he said, pleased. Taking her by surprise, he bent, picked her up, and hefted her over his shoulder until she hung upside down.

“Landon! I’m flashing the room!” she cried out, both shocked and mortified.

His hand came down hard on her ass … and stayed there, holding her dress in place, which was a good thing since she wore barely there bikini briefs that didn’t cover her cheeks.

“Caveman much?” she asked as he strode through the club to cheers and wolf whistles.

“I’ve been waiting weeks for you to come to your senses. I wasn’t about to fight the urge when it struck.” He stepped into the elevator and, once they were alone, put her down, holding her until she caught her balance.

Dizziness swept over her, and though she knew a fair portion had to with her quick switch of positions, another chunk was solely due to the passionate expression etched into his handsome features. “Landon.” She stroked his cheek with her hand.

The elevator came to a halt and the door opened. Landon grabbed her hand and pulled her toward her apartment, waited as she let them inside, and slammed the door behind them.

Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her over his shoulder once more, this time for the short walk to the bedroom, walking to the other room with determined strides. “You know this can’t become a habit?” she asked with a laugh.

“Why not?”

She squeezed his ass, which was mighty fine even from her upside-down position, and held her breath as he flipped her back over and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced on the mattress and got her bearings, grinning up at him as he stripped out of his clothing. She watched as he bared himself, his tanned, muscled chest, well-defined arms that she couldn’t wait to have wrapped around her, and then the impressive rest of his sculpted body. His erection indicated how much he desired her. As much as she wanted him.

Rising onto her knees, she turned and looked over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. “Unzip me, please.”

His eyes darkened as he stepped closer and reached for her zipper. But first he gathered her long hair into his hand and swept it to one side, tugging on the strands, a pull she felt deep in her core, her bikini underwear damp with desire.

She kicked off her shoes and they fell to the floor, then shimmied out of the dress, letting the garment drop to her waist. He helped her slide it down her legs, hooking his fingers in her panties and taking them off along with the dress. Before she could process the fact that she was nearly naked, he reached up and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.

“Turn around,” he said in a gruff voice.

Her body responded, her nipples puckering into tight buds. Swallowing hard, she slowly spun to face him, her knees still bent on the mattress. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he dipped his head and placed his mouth on her breast, his lips around her nipple, and began to suck.

The sensations struck hard and fast, and she swayed on the bed, only his strong hands on her waist holding her in place. While his mouth aroused her, incredible sensations fluttering in her belly and throbbing between her thighs, he began to roll and play with her other nipple with his fingertips. She gasped and braced her hands on his shoulders, letting him work her into an unbearable frenzy of heat and need.

“You taste so good,” he said, lowering his hand from her breast to cup her sex. “And you feel so hot and wet for me.”

He kissed his way down her body, and eventually she succumbed, collapsing onto the bed. She maneuvered so she was lying flat, legs spread, and his face came down between her thighs. Next thing she knew, he was devouring her, licking, tasting, acting as if she was the best treat he’d ever had.