Anything For You (The Connor Family 1)

Ziiiiiiip.

The zipper finally budged, only not upward. Landon had pulled at it with such force, that the momentum carried the movement a long way down, so now my entire ass was on display, the tip of Landon’s thumb resting on one cheek.

I sucked in a breath. He groaned—a deep, primal sound that weakened my knees.

“You’re so beautiful, Maddie. So beautiful.”

In the mirror, I could see him looking down at my ass. When he snapped his gaze up to mine, I saw the feral glint in his eyes, the way his Adam’s apple dipped on a swallow. I knew we wouldn’t be leaving my bedroom tonight.

He brought his other hand to my shoulder, brushing my hair away from my neck. I instinctively tilted my head to the other side, giving him better access. I needed his lips on me, his touch. I craved it so much that I felt I was going to break out of my skin.

He kissed my neck, and my pulse skittered.

“I want you so much, Maddie.” His voice shook, as if he was using all his restraint to keep from ravishing me and couldn’t spare even an ounce of it to control his voice. “I wanted to talk first, but... I want you too much. I want to taste you. All of you. I want to make you moan my name when I’m buried inside you. I want to feel you come around me.”

Ohmygod.

“We can talk tomorrow,” I whispered.

I didn’t even want to think about tomorrow. Right now, no reason was good enough to pass up the deliciousness that was Landon Connor.

“Tomorrow,” he repeated. And then he slipped his fingers under the spaghetti straps and pushed my dress down. My bra went next, landing at my feet with a soft thump. I was naked except for my thong. Usually, standing in front of a mirror brought on self-conscious thoughts, but seeing the desire in Landon’s expression chased away any self-doubt. He draped those strong arms around me, one hand flicking my nipples, the other traveling south, slipping into my thong.

“Oh, God!”

He ran his middle finger up and down my slit slowly. Up, and down... up again, teasing my clit... down again. He was driving me crazy. I pushed back on reflex and felt through his jeans that he was hard.

“I’ll make you scream my name tonight, Maddie. Right here, in your bedroom.”

“I already did. After our first kiss, when I came home...,” I confessed, the words feeling deliciously sinful.

He bit on my earlobe, then licked that spot. “You made yourself come, thinking about me?”

I became slick between my legs at his dirty words.

“Yes.”

“I did that the night we danced.” His voice had become raspier. “I started touching myself while we were still talking on the phone.” He started circling my clit faster, pressing harder. I writhed against him, feeling my nerve endings dance with pleasure already.

“I will make you come like this, Maddie.”

It was too much, feeling his erection push along the crack between my cheeks, his dirty words in my ear, his fingers on my nipple, and my clit....

I came so fast and hard that my breath was knocked out of me. My entire back arched, and for a moment I was sure I’d crumple to the floor, but Landon held me until I rode out my climax. I’d barely regained my breath when he lowered himself to his knees behind me, pushing my thong down.

“Step out of them, Maddie. Then put your hands at the edge of the mirror and spread your legs for me. I want to taste you.”

I leaned slightly forward, bracing my hands on the wooden frame of the mirror. Through my parted legs, I saw Landon bring his mouth closer to my center. I cried out at the first swipe of tongue.

“Landon!”

He licked me until I went up on my toes, no longer able to control the energy coursing through me. Watching us in the mirror magnified every sensation. Then his face disappeared from between my legs. I barely had time to wonder what would come next when he parted my cheeks and drew his tongue between them. I gripped the frame so tightly I was surprised the wood didn’t crumble.

Then he kissed each of my ass cheeks, rose to his feet, and spun me around. Through the haze of lust, the only thing I could concentrate on was getting him naked. Up with his shirt, down with his pants and boxers. The man was a work of art. His muscles were even more defined, more sculpted than I’d imagined. And I’d spent a lot of time imagining.

“Maddie, I don’t have condoms with me.”

“I have some. I’ll be right back.”