Page 111 of Moth to a Flame

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Over and over and over.

As if this isn’t the ocean talking to me. This is Landon, sending a message through the waves. Through the salty air and the wind.

Shirt. Sweatpants. I brush my teeth and rush down the spiral stairs, not even bothering to run my fingers through my tangled hair.

He likes me messy.

The closer I get to him, the darker everything gets. The air I breathe. The feelings that swarm through me.

My thoughts.

I hope he’s not completely naked out there.

I so wish he is.

Not surprisingly, the large doors leading to the ocean are open. I rush down, noticing the moment the slick marble floors turn to the wooden deck and then…sand.

Something tells me to hold still before I run to the man in the water. I listen to the voice, plant my feet in the sand, and watch Landon.

He stands in the same place he did yesterday. The water reaches just above his ankles, darkening the hem of his gray sweatpants.

He’s left his hair down like he did before we went to bed, and the wind whips at it and it dances around his shoulders.

Under the silver moon light, his nearly white hair looks like a field of dandelions when you blow on them, only thicker. Hotter.

Though, truthfully, I’m not as focused on his hair. Landon is shirtless and glorious. A God. When he rolls his shoulders, his back muscles ripple, lean and strong, and accentuated.

“Little lamb,” he calls without looking at me. With no affection in his voice.

Somehow, that turns everything more sinister. My nipples pull tight. Heat spreads from my belly all across my body like vines.

“Come here.”

Of course I do. The lights in the houses near us are out and I tread forward in the dark.

Landon is my beacon. Scary and intimidating and calling for me.

I stop less than a foot behind him. The water is like ice closing around my feet. My legs. The night air bites at my skin.

None of it registers.

Being in Landon’s orbit has me burning up. Bursting into flames.

He’s silent as the air crackles around us.

My pussy is wet with anticipation. With fear. With a want so strong that it becomes a part of my personality.

“Landon?”

“Clothes off.” His eyes remain fixed on the horizon. “If you’re worried about the neighbors, don’t be. I’ve had dinners delivered throughout the neighborhood tonight. Laced with sleeping pills.”

I wasn’t worried. I never am when I’m around him.

However, I am hotter. A million times more than before. Hearing his criminal master plan is such a turn-on.

“How did you know I’d come here?”

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