He tenderly runs his thumb along it, loosening my hold. “Then, we’ll go slow.” His hand cradles the back of my head and his mouth brushes against mine.
My body melts at his touch. This man, who has risked his life to protect the freedoms we hold dear, has complete command of my body.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The fingers of his other hand inch the hem of my sweater up. The dizzying touch of his fingertips skims across my belly, and I shiver.
My fingers reach for his T-shirt, and I help him remove it.
He strips me out of my top, and I shimmy out of my yoga pants.
A languid smile spreads across Landon’s face. His gaze drifts down my partially naked body. I’m standing in nothing but my deep-purple lace bra and matching panties, and from the way he’s smiling, he clearly approves.
“Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
No sooner are the words out, than he’s kissing me.
This time the kisses aren’t tentative. They’re hungry.
Possessive.
Consuming.
They feed every part of me with a need I’ve never experienced before. With a need I might never experience again.
My breath comes in so fast, so unevenly, if I didn’t know better, I’d thinkIwas the one racing down the ice, desperate to get to the goal.
Since one of us is more undressed than the other, I seek to remedy that. My fingers stumble on his button, working hard to slip it through its hole.
Luckily, the button takes pity at my efforts and goes through without further resistance.
Landon’s hand covers one of my breasts. He runs his thumb across the hard peak hidden under the purple lace. I moan into his mouth.
Somehow, I quickly unzip his jeans, unapologetically rubbing my fingers along his hardening length. Landon hisses into my mouth.
I smile, smugly, my lips still attached to his.
Even more so when I slip my fingers through the opening of his pants and feel his warm cock through the fabric of his underwear. He’s wearing either briefs or boxer briefs. I can’t tell which, but I’m dying to know. Now.
I remove my hand from his jeans and tug the waistband over his hips, hinting very clearly what I want him to do.
He wisely takes my hint.
A moment later, he’s standing in nothing but a pair of sexy black boxer briefs. His socks were ripped off his feet at the same time he removed his jeans.
His well-endowed cock strains against his underwear, to the point where I’m expecting him to rip through the fabric.
Let me help you with that.
I reach for them at the same time Landon lowers the cup of my bra, exposing my nipple to his eager mouth.
And all thoughts of getting him out of his boxer briefs are temporarily derailed.
With his tongue teasing my nipple, he guides me to the bed behind me and makes it clear that he wants me to lie down.
Before I have a chance to do just that, his talented fingers have me out of my bra in record time. He reaches for the lamp on his bedside table and turns it on. A soft glow fills the room, washing away the one from the moon.
While he’s busy opening his drawer, I move to the center of the bed.
