Page 198 of Snap Shot

“Shit,” my boyfriend says through a laugh. “He deserved that.”

We're almost to the door when Playboy catches up to us. “Guys, thecraziestthing happened.”

Landon snorts. “We saw, dipshit. Maybe that'll teach you to back off—”

“Back off?” Wade puffs out a heavy breath. “That was so fuckinghot. I'm hard as a rock.” A giddy joy gleams in his dark eyes. “I need to go find her.”

“Jesus Christ.” Landon rubs his eyes with his free hand. “Don't go and do something…”

He’s gone already. Vanished.

“…Stupid.”

“Gabe's gonna punch him in the dick.”

His chest huffs with a chuckle. “Serves him right.”

Adrenaline surges through me during the short, manic cab ride, all the built-up restraint snapping when we enter the hotel suite. Landon's hands encase my jaw and bring our mouths together, tongue sliding between my lips and giving me no time to think or overthink. I return a sultry caress. If a kiss could reach into your soul and snatch it, that'd be the one. We gasp for air when it breaks. The rough pads of his fingers trickle down my bare chest.

“I wanna kiss every inch of you, every strip of this gorgeous skin tonight.”

“Sounds good to me.” Whatever alcohol lingers on my breath feeds the confidence already set ablaze by his presence. I tuck his hand under the bottom hem. “Start wherever but end here.” It rises and rises, his half-lidded gaze growing wide with realization as he reaches the warm split between my legs.

“You're not…wearing…” He struggles to find the words, “anything...underneath.”

“Nothing.”

Eyes flicking over the challenge drawn on my face, they rapidly blink. Landon's brain visibly short-circuits. “Clothes. Off.” His breath teeters. “Bed. Now.”

My jog isn't fast enough for him, and he impatiently circles an arm around both of my legs, heaving me over his shoulder before setting me down harshly on the bed. I slide the dress off both arms and wince as I peel it away from my chest while he drops his jacket and unbuttons his shirt.

Landon kneels between my legs, kissing the skin left red by the boob tape removal, soothing away the sting with his tongue. “Better?”

I nod and thread my fingers through the neat strands of hair. His eyes flutter closed, and when I wrench his head back in silken fistfuls to go in for another kiss, a growl vibrates from his throat.

I still. “What happened?”

His gaze slides to the nightstand, where a vintage bottle of Moët bathes in a bucket of ice. The naughtiest smile pulls at the corner of those full lips. “It's five minutes to midnight. I almost forgot I planned to celebrate.” Landon tears away the foil and uncorks with a ceremoniouspop.

Cool champagne dribbles over my chin, gravity pulling the lone droplet swiftly downward. A stern hand grips my neck, guiding my head back. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” His thumb strokes the ridged column of my throat, goading the liquid down with each of my noisy gulps. Tears gather in my lower lids. Even through blurry vision, I sense the tremble in his breath, signaling the end of his control. He interrupts the moment to steal a punishing kiss and with it, some of the champagne. “Now lie back.”

I scoot away from the edge of the bed, dizzy from the senses overload, but relieved to recline onto a hefty stack of pillows. “You're bossy today.”

“You like it.Perfect,” he praises, pouring more of the carbonated alcohol into the dip of my collarbone before lapping it up. “Can't think of a better way to ring in the New Year.”

Landon continues to drain the bottle, pouring and drinking between my breasts, licking and sucking at the nipples until they're unbearably hard and tight. My shock meets the roguish glint in his eyes when he pulls a shot from my belly button and its remnants dribble down. A chesty moan escapes as the chilled mouth of the glass bottle empties crackling bubbles across my skin, flowing over the most sensitive, needy space between my legs, onto Landon's tongue, and past his pursed lips. They catch flesh along the way.

He groans. “Can't fucking think straight when you taste so much like mine.”

Everything inside me coils in response. Before I can do something about it, he rolls us across the mattress, positioning me over him until my knees bracket his shoulders. Elbows locked, palms pressed into the pillow beneath us, I brace for impact. And what an impact it is.

Landon pokes the tip of his tongue through his parted mouth, licking up one inner thigh, then the other, the anticipation sending all blood south. His nose lowers between my soaked pussy lips and I gasp as his mouth roots itself in the wetness. He replies with a content hum and widens my stance, forcing me to sink further onto him. My hips buck when his facial hair brushes my clit.

“That's it. Ride my face raw.”

“Oh,fuck.” Fists clenching the pillow cover, my back curves forward at the skyrocketing pleasure of his tongue plunging deep inside me. I sigh and stifle a whimper by biting my lip.

“As much as I love those little noises, be as loud as you want, baby.”

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