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“Well, I don’t doubt that everyone else I work with, along with their significant others, will be excited to meet you, but I was referring to one very specific person.” He dragged his thumb along my bottom lip, his eyes watching it go. “My mom wants to meet you, too.”
“Your mom?”
Landen nodded. “I told her about you yesterday.”
“Was she upset? Had she already found you a blind date at church?”
Laughter spilled out of him. “No. She was thrilled to hear everything about you. She even bribed me with cookies to get more information.”
I bit the corner of my lip. “What am I supposed to think?”
He tipped his head to the side and eyed me curiously. “About what?”
“About you telling all these people in your life about me.”
“I don’t know. Does it bother you that I have?”
I shook my head slowly. “Not at all. In fact, it makes me want to do very naughty things to and with you.”
His lips twitched. “Is that so?”
I crawled my fingers up his chest, toward his shoulder, over to his neck, and up to his cheek. My thumb stroked along his lip, much like his had done with mine. “Absolutely. But I guess I’m a bit worried.”
“About what?”
My fingertips drifted lightly over his cheek. “That if I make a move, you might turn me down.”
“Doubt isn’t a good thing. I’ve never seen you uncertain about anything. Is there something I could do to help bolster your confidence in your chances of success?”
Just hearing him ask the question was enough to have all my senses firing. He wanted this. He wasn’t going to deny me, deny us, any longer.
I scooted closer to him, twisting my body so half of my front was covering him. “You could undress me.”
Landen’s eyes danced with delight. “Seems like I’ll be the one making the moves then, doesn’t it?”
Feigning innocence, I shrugged one shoulder and tipped my head to that side. “Well, you were the one who vowed to make me so exhausted that my workouts would feel like a walk in the park. It wouldn’t feel right if I denied you the opportunity to fulfill that promise.”
The look in his eyes told me he was going to take the bait, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. I wanted this man to take charge and make me get lost in him.
“I am a man of my word,” he said as he urged me to my back, bringing his big body over mine. “And I was on the verge of breaking anyway, especially after spending the night with this beautiful body of yours pressed against mine.”
I smiled at him. “I loved waking up in your arms.”
He smirked, giving me some of his weight as he captured my mouth in a kiss that matched that claiming and possessive hold that he had on me when I woke this morning.
As Landen’s hips came to rest between my parted thighs, my hands roamed over his warm, smooth skin. We kissed and kissed, and I touched parts of his body I’d only dreamed of touching for months. His chest, shoulders, andabdomen. I’d gotten so much more of him than I’d ever had, and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to touch and lick and taste every perfectly sculpted muscle on his body.
But I had a feeling it was going to have to wait.
Because I’d given Landen the green light to take charge, and I didn’t think he’d give it up so easily.
Propped up on one forearm, Landen tore his mouth from mine and brought his hand to the hem of my shirt. He pushed it up my body, exposing my breasts before tearing it over my head.
I barely had the time to take in the heated look in his eyes before he dropped his head down and shoved his face between my breasts. He inhaled deeply, swiping his thumbs over my nipples, before capturing one in his mouth.
With just one lick, a guttural moan escaped from the back of my throat. Landen groaned in response, but did not allow it to deter him from his mission. My body was tingling, aching, as he moved from one breast to the other.
Landen was already the best I’d ever had—I knew that from the very first kiss—and we hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.
