Page 58 of Moth to a Flame

I pull it open.

“You have me.” He pockets his phone, glowering at me.

Every inch of my body lights up at the sight of him. My heart thuds against my ribs. I’m on a slippery slope to crazy town as I take in Landon’s large, ominous, and all-consuming presence.

How he fills my doorway.

The way he’s looking at me. I recognize that look.

These wild, black, hungry eyes.

It’s the rest of him that confuses me.

The rest of him is so formal.

Not a strand of his platinum-blond hair that falls to his shoulders is out of place. He’s wearing a navy suit that molds to his body without a crease on the expensive fabric.

Even his dress shoes look new.

“Regan.” His finger is under my chin, tipping my face up to meet his stormy gaze. “You have something to say to me, you say it. No hiding. None of this silence bullshit. You hear me?”

I gulp. How does he manage to make orders sound so sexy?

“I hear you.”

“Then?”

“You’re different. Not in a bad way.”

He smirks, and I don’t get another word in or an explanation from him. I get his hot lips on mine, his hands in my hair, and histongue demanding access to my mouth. He licks and bites and dominates me until I’m lightheaded.

Until I’m moaning and clutching the lapels of his jacket.

I pull back an inch. “Why are you wearing a suit on a Saturday?”

I’m being dragged into another slower, languid kiss. Like he approves of my question.

“Went to the office to change before I came here.”

His thumbs stroke my cheeks.

And then it’s gone. The scars on my stomach. The emptiness inside me. The nightmares. The daunting memories.

Landon is dark and scary enough to slay each and every one of them.

But that’s all that I know about him. That he’ll go to war for me. That he’ll kill for me, which he already has.

Oh, and that his name is Landon Sterling, who’s the CEO of Moth to a Flame. The man who made me come so hard I almost fainted.

That’s about it.

I need more.

This isn’t a trust issue. I trust him wholeheartedly. I don’t think I’m wrong or stupid or naïve to do that. My gut feeling can’t be that far off.

I need to get to know him because I’m curious. He’s so mysterious. That’s mainly why I didn’t want to meet up here. So we could talk. “You have meetings over the weekends?”

His lips dip to my neck, his hand fisting my hair and tugging. I gasp as his lips run a hot, barely there trail up to my jaw. He sucks and kisses me there, and then his lips hover over my ear.

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