And with one wild, claiming motion, he drew her even tighter against him, so close that she could feel his rock-hard erection pressing against her through his jeans.
At the same time, she heard his low, almost desperate groan. And then, before she even had time to think, his mouth closed h
ard and hot over hers, taking her in a violent, wonderful, maddening kiss that stripped away all of her defenses, and left only one demanding word in her mind:
More.
Chapter Eight
Landon wasn't thinking as he crushed his mouth against hers, pulling her tight against him. Her shriek had cut through him like a hot blade, and in the split second before he'd reached her, cold terror had cut through him. The fear that he'd lost her when he'd only just found her, and all he'd have left was a hole in his heart.
Roughly, he pulled her tighter against him until he could feel her breasts hard against her chest. One hand cupped the back of her head, and the other slid down, holding her in place with a flat palm at her lower back. She felt like heaven in his arms, but it was the taste of her that drove him wild, not to mention her own enthusiastic response to his kiss.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to taste you?" he asked, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke.
"Me, too," she murmured, the truth in those words cutting into him, making him even harder than he could imagine.
"I want to feel you. I want to see you again--you're a work of art, baby. Will you strip for me?"
He watched her swallow. Saw her teeth play across her lower lip. He could hear the quiver in her breath before she spoke. "I've never done anything like that."
"Good," he said. "Do it only for me."
"Oh." The word was little more than an exhale, and as he watched, a slow blush rose on her cheeks. But she did as he asked. She moved slowly, not intentionally teasing, but the mere act of watching her undress--of baring herself to her bra and panties simply because he asked her to--well, that was a tease and a turn-on combined, and it made him feel powerful.
More, the fact that she'd obeyed--the trust that revealed--made him feel humble.
And looking at her like that, her smooth skin tinged with the faintest blush, made him harder than he could ever remember being.
"More?"
He nodded, almost too numb to form words. As he did, he noticed that her eyes had dipped to his crotch, and he realized that he was stroking himself through his jeans.
Swallowing, he met her eyes, and almost came right then when he saw her lick her lips, as if silently telling him exactly what she could do with that tongue.
"Take it out," she said. "I want to see you stroke your cock."
He tilted his head. "I don't think so."
"No?" Slowly, her hand dipped inside her panties, and he saw a tremor cut through her as she fingered herself. "Then I guess you don't get to see what's behind the curtain either."
Fuck. He unzipped, freed his cock. And oh, holy hell, he was so damn close.
She looked a little surprised that he'd complied, but she played the game and slowly slid her panties down then unfastened her bra. His cock jumped in his hand as he watched her stroke her own breasts, then tease her nipples to hard nubs.
And when she walked toward him--slowly, like a runway model--it took every ounce of his willpower not to come right then. "Kiss me," she begged. "Please, kiss me."
He pulled her naked body against him, his mouth closing over hers, claiming her with such wild ferocity their teeth clashed as their bodies rubbed together. His cock was so hard he thought he would come right then, and the feel of his erection rubbing against her bare skin right above her pussy had to be one of the most erotic sensations of his life.
"Sit." The word was barely a breath, and he only understood her because she'd pushed him backward toward the couch.
He did as she asked, and she straddled him. He was still fully clothed except for his unzipped jeans and freed cock, and now she straddled it, rubbing her wet pussy over his hard length as if she was determined to make him completely lose his mind.
It was working.
He closed his hands over her breasts, then pinched her nipples, making her cry out. Making her pussy clench so that the intimate movements teased his tumescence, taking him that much closer to exploding.
"Please," she begged, her own hand slipping down to tease her clit--something that was so fucking hot he thought he'd lose it right then. "Please tell me you have a condom."