I'm being a bitch. A moody, indecisive bitch. Tonight, Landon couldn't have been any better. He bought me a gorgeous, expensive dress, dinner and booked us a hotel. What more do I want?
To erase the past, of course. Only it's impossible.
Anyway, I'm not being fair to him. Either I'm in this, or not. I can't just date him and then hold this massive grudge against him.
But how am I supposed to trust him again, when he betrayed my trust so completely before?
"I'm sorry," I say, my head on his back. "I want to stay. I'm just freaking out a little. And honestly, I can't promise that this - us - isn't going to freak me out. But I'm going to try my best not to let it ruin things. Is that enough for you?"
He turns to me. His face softens as he gives me a kiss on the forehead. "That's more than enough. I'm not going to disappoint you again. That's a promise."
Damn it. Aaaand I actually believe the man.
"Oh, I didn't show you the coolest part." Landon holds out his hand. There's an almost boyish excitement to his smile. "If you're game."
I grin. A smile like that is contagious. "First, I should probably get on some clothes."
"Hmm." Landon can't seem to pry his gaze off my naked body. "Seems a shame."
I giggle, reaching for my dress.
"Fine, fine," he says with a disappointed sigh.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a robe. "Though you won't be needing it for long... you'll see."
A minute or so later, after he's led me by the hand, I do.
"No way," I say, then laugh at myself. "Guess that's my go-to shocked phrase."
Landon kisses the corners of my smile. "As long as you like it."
I gesture at the dazzling set-up in front of us. "How could I not? Is there anyone on the planet who wouldn't like a private Jacuzzi with three walls and a floor of city views, along with a bottle of wine and bubble bath?"
"Someone who doesn't drink and is afraid of water?" Landon suggests.
We just chuckle and start the bath.
I step a bit away to gaze out the window, and hopefully hide my overawed face.
How is this my life, and how is it so awesome? The dress, the dinner, Landon, all these fun dates - the funnest I've ever had. Landon.
We just... work together. In a way that defies explanation.
"Tub's ready," Landon says, starting to shed his clothes, "when you are."
I turn, grinning, enjoying his toned physique and strong arms. He has a six pack that could be on the cover of an exercise magazine. "I'm ready."
When life's so great, it's hard to believe - enjoy it.
"How are you inside already?" I ask, dipping a toe into the peach-scented bubble-filled waters and wincing.
"Brute force." Landon smirks.
"It's going to take me a minute," I say, shedding the robe and trying to dip my toe a bit further in.
It is way, way, way hot. Though I'm sure once my body is more used to the temperature, I'll love it.
"Don't rush," Landon says easily, his hazel eyes steady on my bare curves.
"Perv," I tease, splashing him.
"Careful." He splashes me back and I squeal.
"Come and get me," he shoots back.
And - screw it - I do. I throw myself in, wincing at the insane scalding heat ripping through me, but it's worth it to see the look on his face as I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his: shock, delight, arousal.
The kiss, of course, makes any lingering burning from the water fall away.
By the time we separate, the water is just the right temperature. Landon wraps his arms around me. "Hey."
"Hey."
"I like kissing you."
"What a coincidence." I giggle. God, I'd seem like a complete idiot to anyone watching. But I don't care. I'm happy, stupidly, crazily happy. "I like kissing you too."
"Good." Landon's lips land on mine. "Because these lips aren't going anywhere."
We kiss and we kiss and we kiss. Our tongues entwine. We kiss each other's necks and ears. Our hands explore each other's bodies. His cock is hard, and it only makes sense, me sitting on him, for it to slip inside.
Oh... fuck.
Pleasure explodes through me.
Our eyes lock.
"Oh yeah?" I say, breathless already.
"Fuck yeah," he says, flexing inside me.
I ride him. Swaying my hips side to side, I grind onto him nice and deep. It feels so, so good.
His pleased grunts are hot as hell too. He grips my hips, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Kyra. Fucking Kyra. You're... fuck... I can't get enough of you."
I start riding him even harder. His face twists. "You're... fucking amazing. Don't stop, baby. You're fucking amazing. The best. I... you... yes..."
My own moans drown out the rest of what he was saying. I'm there. Almost there. Oh. Fuck. Yes.
All at once, I'm not at the summit, I'm over it, peaking all over him - "Yes, and yes, and yes!"