Page 37 of Fear of Love
“Do it again and find out.” The warning in his voice did little to deter me. I dipped a finger under the band of his underwear. My finger nail grazed his skin before my chin was grabbed. I looked at Landon seconds before his lips met mine again.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but this kiss felt even hungrier than the last. My hands moved up his body to his shoulders just as he gripped my ass, lifting me in the air. My body moved through the air as he held me close to him, then my butt plopped down on the counter.
My legs had a mind of their own as they wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer. I was at the perfect height where I could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans. Unable to help myself, I wiggled my hips against him, desperate to feel him.
Landon’s hands moved from my butt to the hem of my shirt, hesitating for a second as if to ask for permission. I pulled back from him and lifted my arms up and waited. Our eyes met as Landon slowly inched my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the side. A flash of nervousness hit me as his eyes trailed down to my breasts.
I wasn’t wearing my sexiest bra, but that didn’t seem to bother Landon at all. The muscle in his jaw twitched as his hands came to my side, thumbs softly stroking my skin. My nipples pebbled against the fabric, as if begging Landon to do something. His little touches did little to ease the ache growing inside me.
Landon stood there, making no move to touch me other than at my hips.
“Are you just going to tease me all night?” I was poking the bear, but I was tired of waiting. Now that we were going to do this, I was done wasting time.
“I really should. Make up for all the times you’ve teased me.” As he spoke, his hands moved up, the tips of his fingers grazing the underside of my bra. I had to physically stop my hips from grinding against the front of his pants.
Control yourself, Lydia.
That thought instantly went out the window as Landon gripped the front of my bra and yanked it down, making my breasts pop out. He grabbed my nipple between his fingers, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core. My hips jerked, not expecting it to feel so good.
“Again.” The voice that left my mouth didn’t sound like mine.
“Are you asking or demanding?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“You ass.” I dragged the word out as he pinched my nipple again, but harder.
“Care to repeat that?” I went to say it again, only to groan when his other hand came up to do the same thing to my other nipple. My eyes fluttered as Landon smirked. “Thought so.”
“Don’t be a dick.” My voice came out breathless, lacking any heat.
“I think you like it.” Landon bent his head close to mine, his teeth nipping at my earlobe hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
His hands left my breasts to reach back and unclip my bra. I was oddly impressed that he did it one-handed and in a single attempt. I let my bra slip down my arms and tossed it over Landon’s shoulder before leaning back on my hands.
I didn’t let myself feel embarrassed at being topless in front of him. I knew I looked good, and from the low groan in his throat, Landon thought so, too. Those hazel eyes took in the way my chest arched up toward him.
My eyes dared him to make a move. Dared him to show me what he could do. If I knew anything about Landon Boone, it was that he was competitive. Just like his brothers. He’d never back down from a challenge, and I wasn’t above using that to my advantage.
Another second passed before Landon’s head lowered to capture my nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked and licked in a way that had my toes curling and a gasp leaving my lips.
Landon bent even lower as he took almost my whole breast. The sight and feel made me groan. The way his tongue moved and sucked had me tilting my head back, eyes closed.
When his teeth tugged at my nipple, my eyes jerked open, legs squeezing his sides as wetness pooled between my legs. God, the sight of him bent over feasting on my chest had me aching to be filled.
I kept my hooded eyes on him, watching as he went back and forth between my breasts, making sure each one got attention. Every so often, he would glance up at me as if to make sure I was still enjoying it. Dear God, I was.
My mind was in a fog as Landon let one of my nipples go with a pop before slowly making his way downward, placing little kisses as he went. His lips and stubble made my skin break out in goosebumps.
My heart rate picked up as he neared my stomach. I still had my jeans and underwear on, but if he reached between my legs, he’d find that I soaked through both layers. When his lips barely grazed the skin above my jeans, I groaned.
“Landon.” I wanted his mouth lower, and I wanted it now.
“What do you want?” He peered up at me from under thick lashes. He wasn’t even on his knees yet, but the way he looked up at me had heat furling in my stomach. For a second, words left me. “Better tell me what you want or I’ll leave you right here, turned on and needy.”
“I want your mouth on my pussy.” I said the words without a hint of embarrassment. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to say it. I was a grown woman who knew what she liked so why feel embarrassed or weird about saying it out loud? Judging the low hum in Landon’s throat, he liked my bluntness.
“Good girl.” Those two words did something to my insides. “Hips up.”
His fingers made quick work of undoing my pants. When he tried to tug them off, we both suddenly remembered I was still wearing my shoes. Landon wasted no time in pulling them off and tossing them to the side. By the time we were done, my clothes were going to be all over my apartment.
