After what he said before, what we decided, I thought...
He walks up to me, grasping both my hands. I rise. We eye each other. Everyone else, everything else, fades away.
Except for that goddamn overeager air conditioner.
"Will you do this with me?" he says.
Will I? He's wearing that pink shirt, and I want to laugh, to cry. I've just lost a job, but I've gained a man.
The answer is obvious.
"Yes," I say. "Hell yes."
Chapter 27
Kyra
6 months later
"Phew, she's finally in bed," Landon says, ambling into the bedroom with a tired yet happy smile. "Thought she'd get me to read Babar a third time."
"You're such a sucker for her," I tease him, not looking up from my book. I'm almost done with the chapter, and Kate Morton isn't letting me leave any sooner.
And yet... Landon draws my gaze like a bee to honey. I'm going to have to tell him tonight. I've only known a day, but he'll kill me if I keep it from him any longer.
"What can I say?" Landon's smile is relaxed, easy. He's been smiling like that a whole lot lately. "I love my daughter."
I grin.
Madison loves him too. Adores him, is the word. They're two peas in a pod, those two. Both love biking, Indiana Jones - and not replacing the toilet roll once it's finished, but we're working on that one.
"So, what do you say?" Landon says, coming over to sit beside me, turning my face to his. "First night in our new house... first time?"
I put the book aside. "Oh?"
Next second, he's climbing onto the bed, his body pressing into mine.
"Did I ever mention I love you?" he asks, as our lips lock and relock.
I pull away to giggle. "Only every day."
"Good," he says, lips back on mine.
His hands run through my hair, and our pelvises move together to a beat only we can hear.
"Alexa, some Diana Krall," Landon says, and next second she's crooning along to the flow of our bodies.
"You Casanova, you," I tease through the kisses.
"Nothing's too good for my girl," he says, smiling down at me. "Now, less talking, more kissing."
He doesn't have to ask me twice. He tastes like the ribs he barbecued us for dinner in the background - and a bit of the Ben and Jerry's mint ice cream Maddy begged us to have after.
His hands run along my body, under my clothes, sending tremors of pleasure in their wake.
We've been making love for months - in every position and every way, most nights and some days - and it never gets old.
Not with the skillful stroke of his hands, how he knows how to get me groaning in seconds. How his mouth and hands seem to know me better than I know myself.
Just like now.
His hands caress my breasts as his fingers press into my clit. His fingertips swirl around my nipple, tweaking them.
Just like that, it comes on me all at once: the peaking, the groaning, the orgasm.
But Landon's just getting started. He fingers me and caresses my breasts and ass and body, and then he eats me out until I've come so many times I've lost track.
Jesus, the man can't seem to get enough of my body.
Not that I'm anywhere near getting enough of his.
His lips sweep down, fastening on a nipple, then his fingers sweep inside me.
"So wet," he growls, pleased.
My hands go under his pants to his cock.
"So hard," I moan.
I stroke his erection with one hand, while the other works on his belt. Off go his pants, his briefs.
Then, I clamber on top of him.
"Oooh yeah," I groan, lowering myself onto him.
Already, I'm close. Just the perfect fit of him inside me is enough to bring me to the edge.
Mmmmm...
I grind my hips back and forth, throwing myself up and down. His hands go to my ass and enjoy the flesh there. He massages it like it's some kind of meditation. It feels amazing, the rhythm of our bodies moving together so slowly, almost unbearably slowly, with so much pleasure at the edge that I'm not sure I can take it.
Until, out of nowhere, a spank - and my orgasm slams through me. I sink onto him, trembling all over, while he takes a nipple in his mouth.
Fucking yes...
Another spank - and another orgasm.
Another - and another.
Afterwards, he turns me around so that I'm on all fours, brain woozy with pleasure. Then he fucks me like mad, our bodies slapping together.
"I"
Slap
"Fucking"
Slap
"Love"
Slap
"You!" he exclaims.
And then, clasping each other, trembling, we come together.
As we lie there, once our breathing has slowed, I can't help peering at him with a dopey smile.
"What?" he says, smiling like a handsome dope himself.
"I just can't believe... that this is our life," I murmur, leaning in to give him a kiss. And another. "That it's all worked out."
"What - that we have a house in Hyde Park with our amazing daughter who's top in her class?" Landon asks, grin growing as he speaks, "That we get to work together? That Storm Inc. is doing better than ever? That you've gone solo as a lawyer and are killing it?"