Lost In You (Swanson Court 3)

Landon draws a finger from my navel down between my legs, and then rubs me gently, spreading the wetness across my folds, from my swollen clit down to my wet opening. He strokes the pulsing entrance to my body, making me moan his name as pleasure courses through me. When he slides two hooked fingers inside me, my body clenches around them, tightening with desire as he starts to move them in and out. He’s watching my face as the sensations build, and I groan, rolling my hips when he finds the clump of sensitive nerves inside me and starts to stroke it in slow, sweet circles.

The feeling of arousal is intense, and all the muscles in my body strain harshly as his touch brings me closer and closer to orgasm. My hips move in time with his fingers, wanting to feel more.

“Landon,” I moan.

“What?” His voice is soft and husky. Pure sex and unrelenting temptation.

“Ah…” I moan again, incapable of coherent thought, of forming sentences. Still stroking me inside, he lowers his lips to my clit, nuzzling then flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud. I respond with a soft cry, the sweetness of his touch taking over my senses. His tongue continues to move, fast, yet light and teasing, pulling my pleasure out of the deepest parts of my body.

I almost tip the chair over when I come, my hips buck uncontrollably, and my cries are loud and abandoned as my body pulses with the force of my climax. I watch Landon rise to his feet with glazed eyes, almost uncomprehending as he lifts me from the chair and places me on the desk, my legs still spread. He stands between them, his beautiful cock fisted in his hand one moment, then in the next, he’s sliding it deep inside me.

I release a long moan as he fills me, stretching me tight. I’ve missed this feeling, so much. My hips move restlessly, wanting more, and Landon is happy to oblige.

He leans his hands on the desk, his body curved over mine as he starts to pump into me, each firm thrust of his hips building the massive sensations taking over my body. His lips cover one of my nipples, sucking deeply on the erect bud even as he drives me to madness with the sweet strokes of his cock. I run my hands over his chest, crying out in sexual abandon. The sound of my moans fill the office as I meet his every stroke with an uninhibited thrust of my hips, far past the point of wanting anything but him, deeper inside me, giving me the pleasure only he can.

We come at the same time, our wild cries of pleasure merging and blending until I can’t tell which sound is him and which is me. I fall back on the desk, hands stretched over my head, my body spread out like a willing sacrifice. I don’t care. My breath is coming in short gasps, there’s a sheen of sweat on my skin, and as he pulls out of me, a sound like a purr escapes my lips, my body shuddering with the aftershock of purest pleasure.

Landon collapses on his chair, making no attempt to fix his clothes. He rests his head on my still-trembling thighs, breathing deeply. “I think I like my desk with you on it, naked.”

I manage a laugh. “Please don’t joke. I can’t respond right now. I’m recovering from a celestial event.”

His laughter makes me feel warm inside. “Yeah, me too.”

AFTER we’ve fixed our clothes, we go up to the apartment he keeps above the office. Nothing has changed since the last time I was here, the first time we made love in his office. It’s still as stark as I remember, an enormous difference from the larger and better decorated Swanson Court Hotel apartment.

Landon shows me to the master bedroom. It’s a large room, spotlessly clean, but as Spartan as the rest of the apartment. I can totally see him, tired from work, coming up here just to crash and get ready for another workday.

“What do you do here when you’re not asleep?” I ask, looking at the bare walls.

He spares a glance around the room and shrugs. “Sometimes I continue working. It’s just an office with a bed, mostly.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

Landon points me in the direction of the bathroom, and while I freshen up, he selects a change of clothes from the sparsely populated closet.

Later, while I’m sitting on a corner of the soft bed waiting for him to change, a part of my mind starts to wonder if he has brought any other women here. In my mind’s eye, I see Ava Sinclair’s face from that night in San Francisco at the opening of the Gold Dust, her beautiful lips curved in a smirk, and I wonder if she was ever here, or at the Swanson Court apartment. It doesn’t matter, I tell myself, pushing the jealous thoughts from my head. I’m the one Landon is in love with.

“What are you thinking?” He’s standing at the door to the walk-in closet, wearing a beige V-neck sweater over a white shirt, with dark pants that display the slim length of his legs. He looks casual and sexy, and I want to put my arms around him, and somehow, I don’t know how, join myself to him in a way that no one would ever be able to pull us apart.

“Nothing,” I reply.

He raises an eyebrow, and I sigh. “I was just… I was being silly, imagining you here with other women.”

When Landon doesn’t reply, I look up to meet his gaze, a shamefaced expression on mine, but he is smiling, and he comes to join me on the bed. “I don’t think that’s silly. I’d like for you to forget every single person who came before me as well.”

I snort. Already forgotten, I say silently, and as if he knows what I’m thinking, he laughs. “For your information, no women here, ever. After my father died, I went through this period when I didn’t want anything to do with the Swanson Court, I left home, got my own apartment… Somehow it’s always made more sense to entertain my women friends there.”

I understood why. He’d grown up at the Swanson Court apartment. It still held memories for him, and it might not have seemed right to share those memories with the many women he’d dated casually through the years.

But he’d sh

ared them with me.

“Do you still have it?” I ask softly. “The apartment.”

He shakes his head. “I sold it a few months ago. I knew I wouldn’t need it anymore.”

A few months ago. Long before I told him how I felt. His hand is on my lap, and I cover it with mine, sure, at that moment, that there is no reason to fear that anything would ever go wrong between us.