Anna was frozen in place, staring at Landon, the image of what she’d just seen engrained in her brain. She was wet, aroused beyond belief. After he’d gotten up to take a shower she’d cleaned up. But he’d been up there so long that she ventured upstairs.

And then as soon as she reached the top landing she heard his moans, heard his muffled voice. She’d even heard him saying her name over the rush of the shower. The way he’d moaned her name, it had made her feel hot all over. She’d wanted to know what had made him say her name in such a way.

Before she could stop herself she was moving toward the bathroom, pushing the door slightly open, and staring through the crack. She’d had her hand braced on the doorframe, her nails digging into the wood. Even now her face felt hot, was probably red.

He’d been jerking off to the thought of her.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” The words were spoken low, and she wondered if he actually heard her. The shower curtain was pushed all the way open, and he stood there naked, his erection still semi-hard. She found herself staring at the thick, long length. Her face felt even hotter, her pussy even wetter. When she looked up she noticed that Landon was staring at her chest. She glanced down and saw her nipples protruding through the thin cotton material. She reached out and pulled the shirt away from her chest.

Neither one of them said anything else, but they still continued to stand there staring at each other. The air was thick and hot, and it had nothing to do with the fact he’d just taken a shower. Although she could see the moisture filling the bathroom, beads of perspiration covered her skin from how much she wanted him right now.

“You didn’t invade my privacy, Anna.” His voice was low, deep. It was husky, like tangible fingers running over her flesh, causing goosebumps to pop out along her arms. Still he stood there naked, as if he didn’t care that she saw every hard ridge of him, every masculine part of his body. She realized, as she glanced down at his erection, that he was getting harder.

Her mouth was so dry, and she brought her tongue out and licked her lips.

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. Her throat was parched, tight. Her tongue felt thick, and she knew she should turn away, giving him some space. But Anna found herself rooted to the spot.

But if he wanted me to leave, surely he would tell me?

She shifted on her feet, her pussy so wet her panties were soaked. She knew she was breathing hard, could feel her chest rising and falling almost violently. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his erection pushing at the material, making an evident outline of the massive member.

Before she knew what was happening he was standing right in front of her. He smelled good, this woodsy, citrusy scent that invaded her senses and had her even more aroused. He stared right into her eyes and lifted his hand, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Could he hear how fast and hard her heart was beating? To her felt like it would burst right through her chest.

They were breathing the same air, and the chemistry between them was off the charts. The air seemed to become thicker, strangling her. Anna found herself lifting her hand and placing it over his, which was now cupping her cheek. Her mouth parted on its own, her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear.

Kiss me.

And as if he read her mind, Landon did just that.

His mouth was firm, warm. And when he stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue she opened and moaned. He slipped inside her mouth, stroked the interior, having her feel like she was on a ledge about to fall over. She’d never been this aroused before, never even imagined she could feel this way.

The way he kissed was sensual, erotic. It was like he was making love to her mouth, fucking it the way she wanted him to do between her thighs. He started walking her backward, shifting them so she was now pressed against a wall, her hands flat on the smooth wood. He started thrusting his erection against her belly, making her all but beg him to be with her.

And then she did just that.

“Landon, I need you,” she whispered. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

She licked her lips again and nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

Before she knew what was happening, he had her in his bedroom, the door shut behind them, his groans filling her head. He had her naked in a matter of seconds, all but tearing the material from her as if it were thin tissue. Then he took a step back and stared at her.

Anna wasn’t the thin, svelte type of woman. She had curves, had been called thick, even fat when she was in high school. But when Landon gripped his cock and started stroking himself as he looked at every inch of her, Anna felt … beautiful.

“Touch your breasts for me, tweak the nipples.”

She reached up and did just that, her breasts sensitive, feeling warm from the blood rushing below the surface.

She’d had sex only once before in her life, a drunken night in high school. Anna had only done it because the guy had told her how much he liked her, how much he wanted her. He’d been the first boy to say anything like that to her. She’d felt wanted, beautiful, and because of that she’d given him her virginity. And then the next day he’d ignored her, acted like what they did never happened. She’d been used, but she should have been smarter, too.

She wished she hadn’t, but maybe it was better this way, easier. Landon was a big man all around, and there would be pain, stretching. And as much as that made her nervous, she anticipated it. This was what she wanted more than anything, to be with the man she was falling for. To be with her husband.