Her lips separate slightly, and I lower my head. I press my mouth against hers. With a stuttering sigh, she lets me in.
The sigh goes straight to my cock.
The tip of my tongue traces her lower lip. A needy gasp releases from her, and her mouth opens to me.
I sweep my tongue inside. She tastes like the sweetest wine.So good.
She leans back, resting her head on the couch cushion. Enabling me to deepen the kiss.
I take full advantage of it.
Faint puppy snores on the other side of her tell me that Whiskey won’t be complaining about this anytime soon. I shift slightly and lift my hand to just below her chest, tracing my thumb along the band of her bra hidden under her light-knit sweater.
When she doesn’t protest, I move my hand up an inch and brush my thumb across her nipple.
She moans in my mouth, giving me the signal I so desperately need. I continue teasing the bud as it tightens under the fabric.
I’m not the only one making the most of the intermission. Chloe tugs the hem of my T-shirt up and slides her warm hand under the fabric. Her fingers graze across the ridges and valleys of my abs.
I suck in a sharp breath and go back to kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “Maybe we should take this upstairs to your room,” I say, the words low and rough between panted breaths.
“You don’t want to watch the rest of the game?”
“Not at this particular moment. And I don’t exactly want an audience for what I want to do to you next.” I look pointedly at the snoozing puppy. “Let me put him in his crate, and we can continue upstairs where I think we’re headed next.” I look at her for further confirmation.
Without a word, her hand drifts to the noticeable bulge in my jeans, and she gives it a light squeeze.
Message received.
19
Chloe
Landon leavesthe room to put Whiskey in his crate.
While he’s gone, I listen to the hockey commentators and turn off the TV once I hear Landon returning from the laundry room.
My heart rate accelerates, like the two Rock players who just scored the goal. But unlike them, my heart feels out of control, unsure what to expect next.
It’s been an awfully long time since I last had sex. I have no idea if it’s like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it.
I’m hoping that’s true.
I push myself to my feet and close the distance between Landon and me. The heat in his eyes causes me to stumble.
He reaches out to me, and I take his hand. He then leads me upstairs to his bedroom. My heart practically races us there, the party planner for the end of the sex-dry-spell celebration.
In his room, the pale moonlight glows softly on the walls and white sheets. An image of us bathed in the light of the moon as it witnesses me cry out Landon’s name as I come floods my thoughts.
Well, hopefully, I come.
It wasn’t that way with the last two men I slept with.
As if sensing my hesitation, Landon wraps his arms around me. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”He plants a soft kiss on my jaw.
“No, I definitely want to. It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man that way.” My chest tightens, and my face tingles with a rush of heat. It feels like embarrassment—and also regret. Regret that I sound like a clueless, sacrificial virgin.
I bite my lower lip.
