Chapter Nine

Landon

I’d had the best day with Olivia. I dropped her off at home late afternoon to shower and change, telling her I wanted to surprise her with a nice dinner. I’d made reservations at the best restaurant in town and we’d dined on filet mignon with crème brûlée for dessert. I wasn’t a big champagne drinker, but having her back in my life was reason enough to order a bottle of Dom.

Now we were back at my hotel and I could tell she was excited but nervous about what it all meant. She wasn’t the only one. I was worse than a horny teenager hoping to get lucky on a first date.

“I’ve had a nice day with you,” she said, pressing her palm to my chest as she walked me backward into the door.

“Me too.” I swallowed as she ran her fingertips over my pecs, my abs, finally stalling at my belt buckle. I didn’t want the night to end, but after the way she’d bailed on me last night, I didn’t know what to expect when… or if we did the deed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, licking her lips. “You’re usually so cocky, so sure of yourself. The Landon I knew would have had his hands all over me by now.”

“The Landon you knew was also the same dumbass who dumped you,” I said, curling my hands around her hips and dragging her against me. “Maybe I don’t want you to think I’m that guy anymore.” I was trying so hard to prove to her that I’d changed, that I’d do anything to make up for my mistakes, but I had no idea how she was thinking or what she was feeling.

“I’m getting that message,” she said, linking her arms around my neck. “I’m liking the new you.”

Like was a long way from love, but I’d take what I could get, for now. “Oh yeah?” It was time to lose the hesitancy and take what I wanted. I reached for the front zipper running the length of her black dress. It was short and tight with thin straps and her tits were practically spilling out of it, driving me out of my mind all night. “Easy access,” I said, spreading the material wide. “I love that.” But I loved what lay beneath even more. A royal blue strapless bra and matching thong with black lace trim. I’d been hard before seeing her like that, but I could pound nails now.

“Glad you approve,” she said, biting her lip as she watched me slip the dress over her shoulders. “I wore it with this in mind.”

“Really?” My dick was throbbing along with my heart, making me sweat. “You thought about me taking it off you?”

She backed away slowly, taking the dress with her. She was still wearing high, strappy black heels and the lacy undergarments, looking like a sexy cover model guys fantasized about when they were home alone.

“Mm mmm,” she said, still walking backward. She dropped the dress on the chair and reached behind her, unclasping her bra.

I wanted to grab her, to lick her and suck her and taste every inch of her. But I was enjoying her little striptease way too much to move.

She raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed by my restraint as she hooked two thumbs in her panties and slid them down her toned thighs before kicking them off. Her hands glided over her body, caressing her breasts before trailing over her abdomen.

I was holding my breath, waiting to see what she’d do next. Praying she’d make another one of my fantasies come true. She’d been a shy virgin our first time around, and even though we were together two years, she’d never really outgrown the shyness in the bedroom. But now she was confident and bold and sexy as hell. A woman not afraid to show me how she liked it.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, sliding a finger between her legs. “Makes it hard to see,” she said, eyeing the bulge in my pants. “The effect I’m having on you.”

I slowly slipped off my blazer, followed by my white dress shirt, dropping both on the floor as my eyes remained fixed on her. She was teasing me, teasing herself, as one hand circled her nipple while the other traced her bikini line with her fingertip.

I unfastened my belt and pants, kicking them aside impatiently as I toed off my shoes and bent to remove my socks. I was wearing only gray boxer briefs now, but she clearly wasn’t satisfied.

“You tell me,” she whispered. “What you’d like to do to me and I’ll do it. But I want to watch you get harder while you do.” Her eye were at half-mast, her head tipped back to reveal the neck I was addicted to kissing. “I want to see that delicious drop of pre-cum and imagine licking it off.”

She was driving me crazy and she knew it. I did as she asked, for the first time ever surrendering control to a woman who could break me with just a few words.

“Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Sit down in the chair.” My voice was raspy, my fists clenched at my sides and I knew it would take everything in me not to touch her while she got herself off.

She tossed the clothes on to the foot of the nearby bed and sat down, looking prim and proper.

I grinned, knowing how much she enjoyed toying with me. “Sit back. Get comfortable.” Not that I expected this to take long. “Hook your legs over the arm of the chair. Let me see you.” I groaned at the sight of her. Glistening. Pink. Begging to be licked.

“Like this?” she asked, bracing her hands on her thighs.

“Just like that.” I took a few steps closer, my eyes hungrily roaming every inch of her naked body. “Touch yourself.” I still stood a few feet away, her eyes never leaving mine as she followed my command. “Circle it. Faster. Just like I would.” I clenched my hands when she moaned and one hand strayed to her breast. “Harder. Pinch your nipple. Pull it. Tweak it.” Damn, I was going to come just watching her.

“Landon…”

I loved that she was touching herself and thinking about me. I wanted it to be like that every night we had to be apart. Her in her bed. Me in mine. Fantasizing about what it would be like when we were together again.

“Two fingers,” I said, closing my eyes briefly because I needed to get a grip or risk losing it. When she obeyed me, I ordered, “Now three.” I was dying, watching her was the worst kind of pain and best kind of pleasure because I wanted it to be my hand, but watching her was like waking up from a wet dream only to realize it hadn’t been a dream.

“This is… I’m…”

I knew she was close and I wanted to take her over the edge so I could get mine. “Keep doing what you’re doing.” I fisted my shaft, stunned at how hard she’d made me without even touching me. “But rub your clit at the same time. Harder. Faster.” I didn’t know who was more desperate. Her or me.

“Screw it,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. “I can’t do it.” As much I loved the show she was putting on for me, I loved licking her more.

She moaned, slipping her hands into my hair when I lapped at her, replacing her fingers with mine. She tasted amazing and I wanted to do this all night. To make her come over and over again. Until she was exhausted and satisfied. And mine.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

Of course she was. She was so turned on her skin was on fire, her limbs trembling as she panted, bucking her hips as she gave herself to me. And I devoured like a man stranded in the wilderness. Dying for his next meal. Dying for her.

“I can’t,” she whispered, pushing against my shoulder when I tried to push for another orgasm on the heels of her first.

“Yes, you can,” I slipped my fingers out of her as my tongue lapped at her slowly. I let her come down before I hit the reset the button, eliciting a sob-cry from her that told me I was on the right track. I treated her to a slow, leisurely build, reminding her we had all night.

“Oh. My.”

I slipped digits in and out of her easily, fantasizing about all the ways she’d take me deep tonight. Getting her primed and ready for a night she wouldn’t forget.

“Lan—”

My name was lost in the intensity of her orgasm as her whole body rocked with satisfaction. I grabbed her hips, hauling her against me, refusing to let her go. I wanted to own her pleasure from here on out.

“Un-fucking-believable.”

I hauled her to her feet, unwilling to let her rest for even a second. I wanted to wear her out, to make her beg, scream, and cry for me. Then I wanted to remind her what it felt like to be treated like a queen. My queen.

I kissed her, guiding her to the wall, where I intended to take her hard and fast because I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not after the way she’d turned me on. The blood was pumping through my veins, thick and hot, and I was already stiff and swollen with need.

I wanted to fill her… the way I’d done before. But I was afraid to scare her away with that level of intimacy. “You still on the pill?” I asked, backing her into the wall as I kissed her neck.

“Yes.”

“I wanna come inside you, baby.” Just the thought of it made me dizzy. “I’ve never gone bareback with anyone else, I swear to you.” I was kissing her behind the ear, my tongue trailing down her neck. “But I wanna fill you, make you mine again. Please.” I’d never begged another woman for anything, only Olivia. She was the only one capable of bringing me to my knees.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

I claimed her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Hell, yeah. This was what I wanted, what I’d been dreaming about. The day would come when we’d toss those pills and she would agree to give me the one thing I wanted as much as her: a baby.

I spread the evidence of her arousal with my fingers before prodding her gently. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she erased that doubt. She was soaking my fingers. And I loved it. I pinned her against the wall with my body, driving into her with one quick thrust that had her moaning and wrapping her leg around my waist.

I was relentless, pounding her like a man possessed. She was milking me, the twinkle in her eye letting me know she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Not gonna go down like that,” I warned, panting while I twisted her nipple gently and bit her neck. I could be intensely focused and controlled when I chose to be. Like facing a competitor on the football field. Only win or lose, I’d walk away to fight another day. If she left me, I feared I’d lose the will to fight.

I wanted to mark her. To fill her. To own her the way she owned me. I sucked her neck, knowing full well I was marring her delicate skin, but she didn’t seem to mind as she scored my back with her nails while licking and biting my shoulder.

I growled before taking her mouth in an urgent, greedy kiss that made me feel like more of a beast than a man. I was wild. Totally irrational in my need for her. I’d lost sight of where she started and I began.

“I love you, Olivia.” I hadn’t intended to tell her so soon, but now that it was out, I blurted, “Never stopped. I love your body. Love your mind.” I was still thrashing her, but her wandering hands had stilled, her moist, swollen lips forming a soft O. “Love your heart.” I slowed, bracing for impact. I wasn’t sure if she would slap me or push me away, but I expected the worst. “Everything about you.”

I braced her hips against the wall and was surprised when she curled her legs around my waist, locking her ankles at the base of my spine.

I looked down, watching myself disappear inside of her. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching you take me like that.” I was trying to distract her, give her something to focus on other than the L-bomb I’d just dropped.

“So sexy,” she whispered. “I love the way you fill me.”

“And I love the way you fit me. Like you were made for me.”

“No more talking,” she said, her eyes glistening. “Just fuck me.”

At least she wasn’t shutting down on me. As long as she was willing to share her body with me, I could work with that.

I hoisted her a little higher, hitting just… the right spot. I could tell the way her eyes rolled back before she closed them that’d I’d hit pay dirt. But for good measure, I rubbed my thumb back and forth over her clit as she moaned, begging for more.

“Come with me,” I groaned, leaning my head on her shoulder. “I need to feel you throbbing when I explode inside of you.”

She whimpered, then sighed, before digging her heels into my spine. “Now! Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk….”

I swear I came so hard I saw stars as I set her down on her feet, holding her upright with the weight of my body as I closed my arms around her, kissing her temple. I wanted to say it again. I love you. But I figured I’d already pushed my luck enough for one night.

“God, I forgot how wild you can get.” She exhaled, sounding thoroughly satisfied as I picked her up and carried her to the bed, in spite of her squeal of protest.

I tossed her in the middle of the mattress and crawled on top of her, covering her body with mine as I supported my weight on my forearms. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby.”

She laughed and fanned her face. “In that case you better get me a drink of water before I pass out from dehydration.”

“I can do that,” I said, smacking her ass as I climbed off her.

I picked up my pants on my way to the mini-bar and my phone fell out, flying across the floor. When I retrieved it I took a quick glance at the screen and noted six missed calls from a number I didn’t recognize and a voicemail message.

Curious, I clicked on the message icon to read the voice mail converted to text. “Son of a bitch.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to leave town.” I turned to look at a stunned Olivia. “There’s been a fire at my cabin.”