He drops my hands and rears up so he’s sitting on the bed. Then he pulls me down to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands trail down my arms while his eyes hold mine.
“Say it again,” he says.
I know what he means. “I love you,” I whisper.
His chest expands, and he buries his face in the space between my neck and my shoulder.
My arms go around his neck, and he starts to kiss me on my shoulder. I sigh and lean back, giving him the space he needs to lavish attention from my neck to my breasts.
I lower my head, nudging his face up so I can kiss him. His lips close over mine, kissing me deeply while my hands slide over his muscled arms and his firm back.
His hands grip my waist, then slide up to cup my breasts, his thumbs working my nipples until I respond with a long moan. Then he starts to stroke my skin, from the sides of my breasts, up to my shoulders and down my arms. He looks at me, and even in the darkness of the room, I can see his eyes, and the conflict inside them. “I had no idea,” he says.
“I know.”
He kisses me again, then with his hands on my back, he rolls over, so that I’m lying on the bed beneath him. Supporting himself on his elbows, he lavishes kisses on my face, my neck, and my breasts.
Pleasure shoots through me, and I moan, heat spreading between m
y legs. I thread my fingers in his hair, trailing one hand over his shoulder and back as he kisses his way over my stomach. His lips trail a hot path down to the center of my thighs, then he nudges my legs further apart. My whole body is pulsing with a wild burning desire, waiting for his touch, and when it comes, the pleasure is almost unbearable. He licks me, slowly, sensuously, his tongue moving across my folds, licking between them, before moving up to circle sweetly around my clit.
My hips rock against his mouth, my hands gripping the sheet tightly. His tongue flicks around my clit, over and over, until I’m moaning uncontrollably. My body tenses, nearly over the edge, then his fingers are inside me, touching me with the expertise that knows exactly where to rub, where to stroke.
“Landon,” I beg, not even sure what I want. “Oh God.”
He continues, bringing me closer to climax. My body is writhing on the bed, possessed completely by the sensation of his tongue fluttering delicately on my clit. I can’t think anymore as my brain shuts out everything but the intense pleasure. Heat spreads from my core, taking over my body. My hips start to buck, and Landon grips my thighs, his tongue continuing the sweet torture even as waves of pleasure wash over me.
I cry out his name breathlessly, begging him to stop, to continue, I don’t really know. He releases my thighs, and hovers over me, positioning himself and lifting my legs around his waist, then he pulls me forward and pushes inside the sweet throbbing heat between my legs.
I look up at him, helplessly aroused, luxuriating in the feeling of him inside me, and in the fierce desire written across his features. His chest tightens, the muscles taut as he breathes deeply. Languidly, I reach up to run my fingers over the hard slabs of well-defined muscle, feeling them tense even further under my touch.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his eyes closed. “So good.” He slides deeper inside me, then flexes his hips, pulling almost all the way out, then in again.
Gripping the tight muscles of his butt, I urge him deeper. He catches my hands at the wrists and leans forward to pin them on the bed. Bracing himself, he surges inside me again, and I cry out, mindless with ecstasy. He picks up his pace, making love to me with an intensity that brings tears to my eyes, while murmuring my name, over and over, like a fervent prayer in my ear.
Pleasure floods me again, leaving me moaning and straining beneath him. There’s something so primal and unrestrained in the way he fucks me, like nothing else matters, and truly it doesn’t. His hips rock as he thrusts inside me, deeper each time, the intense pleasure between my legs, spreading over my core, my thighs, my belly…
I let out a helpless cry, my insides pulsing uncontrollably as my climax rocks me to the core. Landon groans, his eyes locked on mine. He comes with a harsh unrestrained groan, thrusting all the way inside me, as he spills himself hot and pulsing into me.
When he goes back to sleep. There are no more nightmares. I doze for a little while too, and when I get up, he’s still asleep. I take a quick shower and dress silently, careful not to wake him. He looks relaxed and almost at peace, and it’s excruciating to leave him lying there. But that’s what I have to do.
It only takes a few moments to gather my things. I take one last look at him before I walk away. I love you, I whisper silently. If we’re ever going to have a chance, then I have to let him find me. I have to let him decide if he can return my feelings.
If he can love me, he will find me.
I close my eyes, and steel myself, then I turn my back on him and walk away.