Page 33 of Sweet Southern Heat

Landon stood and pulled his shirt over his head and quickly stepped out of his pants. His boxers were tented from his impressive erection, and I watched with rapt attention as hepushed them down his hips, and it sprang free. I licked my lips, remembering the salty flavor of him on my tongue. I wanted more, but Landon had other plans.

“Open,” he said, tapping the inside of my ankle. I let my legs fall open, and he let out a low curse. Gripping his dick in his hand, he gave it a long, slow stroke, and I greedily tracked the movement. “Show me how you like to be touched,” he demanded, his hungry gaze fixed on me.

My face heated, and a blush crept up my cheeks. I had never touched myself in front of anyone before. Given, I hadn’t been with many people since leaving home, but it wasn’t something I’d ever felt comfortable doing before. Though for some reason, I felt safe with Landon, like I could do anything, lethimdo anything, and I would love every second of it.

I brought my hand to my stomach and tentatively skimmed it down my waist and toward my center. My fingers inched lower until they met my swollen clit. I sucked in a sharp breath at the contact and reached further, dipping my middle finger inside myself. It came out slick with my arousal, and I used it to circle the tender bud. My head fell back on a moan, and my legs opened wider. The bed dipped, and I cracked one eye open to find Landon kneeling between my spread legs. He gripped my thigh with one hand and continued to pump his fully erect cock with the other.

“I need to taste you,” he groaned and lowered himself to the mattress. He brushed my hand away and replaced my fingers with his tongue. I arched into him, and he chuckled, the sound rumbling against my flesh with a delicious vibration. I was just as needy for his mouth as he was for my taste.

He wrapped his arms around the backs of my legs, his hands clamping down on my thighs as he feasted on me. I writhed against him, impatient for the release building inside me, but he took his time, bringing me to the edge with languid strokes ofhis tongue. My fingers speared into his hair, and he tightened his hold on me.

“Yes. Right there,” I panted as he worked me over, flicking his tongue over the spot that had me seeing stars. His name left my lips on a shout when I came, and my thighs clamped down on the sides of his head. My entire body shook with my release, and when I finally stilled, my need temporarily sated, I looked up and found a satisfied smirk plastered across Landon’s lips. They glistened with my arousal, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, he swiped his tongue over them and hummed his approval. My lust reignited, and fire lit my veins.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, and his eyes darkened with desire. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed. A surprised yelp ripped up my throat at his unexpected roughness, but my core clenched with desire. He slid one hand up my torso and between my breasts before settling it on my throat, giving it a gentle but possessive squeeze. I held back the moan threatening to spill from my lips, surprised by how much I enjoyed the feel of his hand there.

“You want to be fucked?” he asked and pressed in closer. His erection brushed against my slick opening, and I hitched my legs up to his sides.

“Yes. Please,” I moaned, needing him inside me more than I needed air.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the word drawn out and pleased as though it was exactly what he was waiting for.

“Condom?” I asked and held my breath. If he didn’t have one, I was sure I did somewhere, but I’d have to look for it. As much as I wanted to feel him inside me with no barriers, it was far too risky. The last thing either of us needed was an unexpected pregnancy.

To my relief, he crouched and retrieved a small square box from his pocket and peeled the tape from it. It was brand new.He must’ve stopped on his way here to get them. A little zing of pleasure rocked through me at that thought. He knew what he wanted when he decided to come here. I wanted the same thing.

Landon quickly tore one of the condoms from the strip and rolled it on. He lined himself up at my entrance then lifted his gaze to mine.

“Are you ready?” he asked, watching me for any signs of doubt.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice needy and wanton. He slowly pushed into me, his eyes never leaving mine. My body stretched around him to accommodate his size. I felt so full that when he stopped, I thought he was completely inside me. I was wrong.

“Can you take any more?” he asked, looking down at where we were joined. My eyes bugged out of my head. How in the hell could there be more? Still, I wanted all of him. I wanted to take everything he had to give me, so I nodded, and his lips turned up in a pleased grin. “Good girl,” he groaned and pulled out a little before thrusting forward again. He continued to do that as my body adjusted to his size until he was fully seated inside me.

“Ahh, you take me so well.” I preened like a proud peacock at his words of praise. Already, I felt the pressure between my hips starting to build. Tension coiled tight in my lower belly as he worked his cock in and out of me. The hand on my throat moved down to my breast, and he pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, and his head fell back on a groan.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He picked up speed, and my climax built as he continued to pound into me. The stretch was exquisite, and he was glorious to watch, all hard ridges and straining muscles. Even the furrow between his brow as his release mounted was beautiful.

A few more long hard strokes and I was tumbling over the edge. I cried out as I shattered, the orgasm ripping through me mercilessly. My eyes fell closed, and my back bowed off the bed.

“Look at me,” Landon demanded, and I obeyed, holding his gaze as my release spurred his on. A guttural groan tore from his lips as he spilled inside the condom. He fell forward and braced his weight on his arms as he tried to catch his breath. His hand snaked into my hair, cupping the back of my head as he pulled me in for a kiss. It was full of passion and promises, a guarantee that this was only the first of many times he would be inside me.

Once the condom was discarded, he fell onto my bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. He was quiet for a long time as he held me and stroked my bare back.

“We should probably talk about where we go from here,” he said, breaking the silence, and I stiffened in his arms. Was he about to tell me this was a mistake and couldn’t happen again? That it was a one-time deal never to be repeated. I didn’t know if I could handle the disappointment since he'd just given me the best orgasm of my life. Steeling myself, I leaned back and looked up at him, waiting for the blow to land. But it didn’t come.

“I want this. I wantus.” He swallowed hard, and his gaze searched mine. “I don’t want this to just be a one-time thing.” I stared at him, stunned speechless by what he’d just confessed. He pressed me into the mattress, so I was flat on my back and shifted his body over top of mine. “I’m tired of fighting this. Maybe it makes me a selfish prick, but I want you to be mine, consequences be damned.” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Of all the things Landon Crawford could’ve said to me, that was the last thing I expected.

“I-I want that too,” I said once I finally found my voice again.

“We can’t tell anybody until I talk to my brother. He needs to hear it from me.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, his eyes searching mine forunderstanding. I nodded my agreement. It was the right thing to do, after all. “Once I talk to him, I don’t care if the whole world knows. Hell, I’ll yell it from the rooftop at City Hall,” he declared with a teasing grin. I giggled as warmth unfurled in my belly and spread throughout my body. It was the first time I’d felt that way since returning home to Magnolia Grove.

Chapter 31

Landon

So much had changedsince the last time I’d stepped foot in this bakery. I now knew how it felt to be wrapped in Olivia’s arms, to be buried deep inside her as she panted my name. I was so afraid to give in to my growing feelings for her that I'd spent far too long pushing her away. The guilt I felt kept me from pursuing what I really wanted, but I wouldn’t let it run my life anymore. It was still there, lurking in the farthest recesses of my mind, and I doubted it would fully go away until I talked to my brother.

I was torn. He needed to hear it from me, but I was worried how he would react. He’d be angry, and I feared what he would do when he found out Olivia and I were seeing each other. I was certain he was the one who'd thrown a brick through her window, even though I had no solid proof. And that was before anything had ever happened between us. Once he learned we were together, the result could be disastrous. He was using again, and that made him volatile and unpredictable.

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