Page 190 of Snap Shot

My fingers tug at the roots of his hair while I steal the next kiss, this one somehow deeper. The moan he returns…shit. I'm so wet.

“Fuck, baby. We can make out all day and night if that's what you want.”

“That's what I want,” I say through a nod and another tongue-filled kiss, savoring how his hand wanders into my hair and arm cinches around my waist. “And I want you to fuck me while we do.”

He freezes, something other than the fire blazing in his eyes fueling every ounce of courage it takes to ease from his grip. I take my shirt off over my head. I get rid of my bra, too, slowly dropping both on top of the rug next to us. His Adam's apple wobbles while switching focus between my bare chest and face, but he doesn't move.

“Did you hear me, Radek? I said—”

My breath is snatched away again by his mouth, muscular arms pinning us together as he scrambles to stand. “I heard. Taking you to bed,” he says between short kisses. Those large hands squeeze my ass and fix my legs around his waist while walking us across the cabin. “Can't fuck you on the floor.”

I get plunked onto the mattress with an animated bounce. I'm wetter now.

“Not today, anyway.”

Propped on my elbows, I gnaw at my bottom lip watching Landon stroke himself over his boxer briefs. He stops only to mutter afuckwhen I shimmy out of my panties, then crawls over me, threading our fingers together in a clinch above my head. His mouth is on mine again as he rolls his hips between my legs. I spread wider, wanting more. A low chuckle rumbles from him as he breaks the kiss, tugging at my lower lip with his teeth. “I'll never get sick of seeing you under me.”

Goosebumps trail behind his slick mouth. It drops to the line of my jaw, collarbone, and chest, swerving through open-mouthed kisses. Those calloused fingers skim over the taut peaks of my nipples, groaning as he licks and sucks. I arch at the delicious friction from his prickly facial hair and clencheverywherewhen he lowers, tongue dipping into my wetness, lips circling my tender clit. “You're so fucking wet. I'm gonna slide right in.”

“Mm.” It's almost amazing that any coherent sentences follow. “Yeah? I hate to feed your ego but you're…y'know.” Forget what I said about being coherent. “Reallybig,” I emphasize with widened eyes. “Most days it's a struggle to take you in my mou—”

Landon shuts me up with a sweltering kiss, the taste of my own arousal on his tongue blinding me with pleasure and instantly replacing whatever he's lapped up. “You'll fit. You already fit everywhere else. My hands” —one, two, then three of his fingers glide into my core while he nips at the sensitive spot on my neck— “my mouth” —his clothed dick replaces the space his fingers exit, exactly where I want him. “And you're gonna fit around this, too, I promise. You're fucking made for me.”

I mutter, delirious from the building orgasm, heart rate in a tailspin. “Yours.”

“Don't—not yet.” His teasing touch is gone too soon. I catch my breath as the knot of pleasure loosens. “I want you to come on my cock.”

He backs off the bed and in a smooth swipe, fishes a wallet from his nearby coat and takes out protection. Time drags on while he undresses before kneeling on the bed to stretch the condom over his swollen length with a single-handed pump. “Christ, I'm so hard.” Landon leans over, dragging his massive length up my inner thigh. “You're sure about this?”

I sit up to pull his face to me and nod. “I want it to be you.”

His gravelly hum vibrates all the way down to my clit when he kisses me again. “Hold on to me,” he whispers.

I do.

Landon doesn't stop kissing me as the firm head of his cock sweeps between my folds, rubbing against my needy clit over and over until I judder. We share a gasp when he pushes inside me. I tense at how good he feels, a whimpering mess against his mouth.

“I know, baby,” he says, retreating for a moment. “You feel fucking incredible to me, too. And that's just the tip.”

“Oh, myGod.”

“Relax.” Plucked kisses sound out as his palms cover mine to join our fingers again. “Good girl.” He presses them into the mattress with the next agonizing, slow thrust.

I gasp out hoarsely at the amazing stretch.

“Fuck. You're so snug.”

“Landon—”

He cuts me off before continuing to delve deeper, every purposeful drive of his hips more spectacular than the last. “You still okay? We can stop whenever.”

I vigorously bob my head and my toes curl when he's slotted into me entirely, pulsing against the never-reached spot in my core. “Don't you dare. Keep going.” My walls tighten.

“Goddamn, I wanted to take my time—make it so good for you.”

I peek up at him.

This beautiful man is trembling, each defined muscle—shoulders, pecs, biceps, abs—flexed to the max. I meet his deep plunges by bucking my hips as my lunchtime fantasy comes true.

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