Chapter Nine
Elisabet
Shyness overtakes my fiery nature. I feel the heat on my cheeks, which makes him smile. He offers his hand, which I accept. Then, with his wine glass in hand, he leads me out onto the patio. At first, I’m wary, but I notice there’s no one for miles. We’re up high, and nobody can see us.
“Sit,” he says, pointing at the table. I move toward it and settle myself on the top, watching him. “I’m going to have my dessert now. Are you going to obey me? Or do I have to tie you down?” he questions with a smirk.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I retort, and his shoulders shake as he laughs.
“Open your legs, Darling, I want to see you.” I find myself unable to deny him. His chest peeks at me, the chiseled muscles tighten as he moves closer. I lean back, opening my legs, and I swear to god his eyes seem to glow with desire. Just for tonight.
He kneels before me. A parishioner worshiping at an altar. His fingers tug the panties to the side, opening me to his gaze.
“Fuck,” he growls before lifting his glass, trickling the liquid over my bare sex. I can’t stop the mewl that falls from my lips. The wine does nothing to cool my heat. But when his mouth lands on my pussy, I moan so loudly I’m sure the whole city heard me.
My hips buck against his face as his tongue dips into my core, licking at me like I’m his sustenance. He devours me. His hands grip my thighs, holding them wide while his mouth taunts me, teases me.
My body is trembling when he slides a finger into me, and his lips suck my clit into his mouth, causing me to chant his name. Words leave me then, and all that echoes in my ears are moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure.
It’s been so long since a man has touched me that I feel myself crest in moments. His mouth doesn’t relent. A second finger stretches me as he continues to lick, suck, and bite down on my oversensitive clit causing me to cry out as my release hits me hard.
My thighs clamp closed around his head, and all I see from my view is his curly dark hair and those teal eyes swimming with satisfaction. I’m still shaking when Landon rises, his lips glistening with my arousal.
“You’re utterly delectable, Darling,” he says. The corner of his mouth tips up. He lifts me off the table, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. “But, I’m about to take you to my bedroom, where I’m going to fuck you.” There’s no question in his tone, but I can’t say no. I’m too far gone, so I nod.
When we enter the bedroom, my eyes dart around. “You’re very tidy,” I say, causing him to chuckle. “What?”
“I don’t spend much time here.”
“Only when you’re fucking random women?” My question comes out harsher than I expect. I can’t be jealous. This is one night.
He doesn’t respond to my taunt. Instead he sets me on the plush mattress and steps back to undress. It’s like watching the most intimate strip show. He moves slowly, with precision. With every inch of his skin coming into view, I find myself needy.
“I’m sorry,” I say then, realizing that my snarky mouth perhaps might not be what he wants right now. It’s not what I want. All I can think of is him inside me. I scoot back on the bed, my knees hitting the edge of the mattress.
“You will be, Darling,” he informs me when he steps out of his slacks. Standing there in only his boxer briefs, I can’t stop my eyes drinking him in. The man is a god. He leans in, grips my ankles, lifting them to his mouth. His full lips tease their way up my calves in small kisses.
My eyes flutter closed as my head drops back in pleasure.
“Look at me. I want your eyes on me as I worship your beauty.” His mouth continues feathering soft kisses on my legs, higher and higher, until he’s once again on his knees between my thighs. “Either you take your underwear off, or I can rip them off. Your choice.” I quickly shift on the bed, shuffling my panties down my legs. Once my bra hits the carpet, he growls.
“You’re quite demanding, Mr. Stone.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Darling,” he quips as he settles himself between my thighs. His erection pressing against my mound, causing me to buck my hips. “Are you going to beg me now?” he questions.
“No. I don’t beg,” I retort, but my words are breathy. Needy. He doesn’t know how close I am to pleading. His one hand reaches between us, finding my slick lips, taunting me with slow strokes. “Oh, God!” I cry out when he teases my bundle of nerves, which sends sparks through me.
“That’s it, Darling, fuck my fingers.” His words fuel the fire in my stomach, tightening everything south of my belly button as he dips two fingers inside me. And like a wanton slut, I do as he says. I ride his fingers until I come hard, unraveling beneath him.
“You don’t play this game fair, Mr. Stone.”
“Nothing about this is fair,” he says as he leans back on his heels, his cock out, thick and hard, and I watch him slide on a condom. Then he covers me with his body, his shaft nudging my entrance.
I meet his eyes, and that’s when I finally obey him. I beg. “Please, fuck me, Landon,” I hiss as pleasure skitters down my spine when he drives into me. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s everything I needed. His hips slam into mine. Our bodies fit like puzzle pieces. Like a wave crashing on the shore, so Landon hovers over me, and I drown in him.
My legs wrap around his waist; my heels dig into his ass, pulling him in deeper. No words. Only moans and whimpers. Grunts and growls. And that’s how I finally let go of my past. But I know as we both find our release, moments after each other, that I’ll never be free. Which is all the more reason for me to walk away from this. To leave as soon as is humanly possible, because I’ll never be able to give him what he needs.
“Be mine,” he finally whispers the words I’ve been dreading.
I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look at him and tell him the truth. So, I give him the only answer I can. “Una notte.”
***
The warmth of the sun has nothing on Landon’s body against mine. His chest cocooning my back when I open my eyes. His apartment is beautiful, but there’s nothing that tells me he wants this to be his home. Which begs the question . . . Does he ever see himself settling down? I don’t know why the question comes to me, but it does.
This was meant to be one night. That’s all it can ever be. I’ve already broken every rule in my book. But I don’t regret last night. I don’t regret his touch, his kiss, or the way he made me come until I passed out.
“I know you’re awake, Darling,” Landon whispers in my ear. His voice heavy with sleep and lust. When he rolls his hips, his erection taunts me, pressing against the cheeks of my ass, causing me to whimper with need.
Who am I? What has this man done to me?
“You know, you’re quite the tame kitten when you’re turned on,” he chuckles into my hair, planting a kiss firmly on my head.
“Be careful, Landon, this kitten has claws,” I warn. Turning over to face him, I cup his handsome face in my hand. “I have to go.” I lean up, ensuring my lips meet his in a searing kiss, but when I try to pull away, Landon grips me to him. Holding me close, his body molds to mine.
“Stay,” he pleads. His eyes hold emotion, something that shouldn’t have happened. Shaking my head, I pull away once more, and this time he lets me go. Something I didn’t expect happens as I wrap the sheet around my naked body and leave him in bed. An ache in my chest causes my breath to hitch.
“Thank you for the evening, and morning, but it’s time for me to face reality. When you have the papers for me to sign, call me,” I tell him before making my way into the bathroom and dressing in last night’s clothes. He doesn’t follow me, and I don’t expect him to. Once I’m out on the sidewalk calling a taxi, the reality of what I did, how I feel about Landon sinks in my stomach like a lead weight. Memories of what we did, how his tongue, fingers, and cock made me tremble uncontrollably flit through my mind. Playing like a film, in high-fucking-definition.
The cab slows when we reach my building, and as if I’m on autopilot, I pay, exit the vehicle, and head into the hotel. It’s only when the door shuts with finality that I realize I didn’t want to leave the warmth of Landon’s bed, or his arms. I wanted to be cocooned, but there’s no way we could ever be more than I one-night stand.
Busying myself, I turn on the kettle and sigh as I watch the bubbles jump around the glass jug. It reminds me of how my stomach tumbled each time he smiled. How my body reacted every time his fingers would find my bare skin. And I slowly take all those emotions, the happiness, the excitement, and I bury it where I can no longer feel it. I can’t feel it.
A loud click alerts me that the water is boiled, and I fill my mug. Watching the steam rise from the rim, I feel the tears threaten, but as always, I blink them back. Well practiced. I pad over to the sofa and settle on it with thoughts of my one perfect night.
And my mind drifts to the man who gave it to me.
Landon Stone.
Only, I can never have it again.