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I needed him to understand what he was doing to me, so I snaked my hand down between our bodies and curled my fingers around his erection, just as he’d made it to my shoulder.
He groaned and bit down on the skin where my shoulder met my neck, and a satisfied smile washed over me. I’d done that to him. I’d made him sound like that.
Landen pulled back, looked at me with such desire in his eyes, and said, “I need to be inside you, Iris.”
I licked my lips and stroked. “I’m waiting.”
By the way his muscles strained, it appeared Landen didn’t want to move. He seemed utterly content to stay just like we were with my hand on him, stroking him to my heart’s content.
But he must have remembered his promise to me and ultimately decided to pull out of my grasp. He wasted no time rolling on a condom and joining me back in bed.
And after allowing me to taste myself on his lips, he positioned himself between my legs and slid inside.
The sound that escaped from me didn’t feel human. Every inch of him, stretching and filling me, was perfection. For a moment, Landen remained still. His eyes were locked on mine, something penetrating in his stare.
Slowly, slower than I would have anticipated based on his promise to me, he began to move his hips. In. Out. In. Out.
The languid pace and the look in his eyes had my body burning up. He dipped his head and bit my lip before soothing it with a kiss.
Although I’d claimed I was going to allow him to take the lead, the two of us worked up a steady rhythm together, my hips meeting his with each thrust. Landen seemed to enjoy it, liking the way I indicated I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him moving inside me.
“You feel so good,” I moaned.
He rolled us, so that he was on his back, and he held me tight to him, continuing to thrust his cock inside me. And his mouth touched everywhere it could reach. My lips, my throat, my shoulders, my breasts.
“Iris,” he groaned, his hands roaming over my skin.
In all my life, I hadn’t ever been so turned on by the sound of someone saying my name. It figures that it would be Landen in the throes of passion that could send shots of desire through me with just a single word.
Landen rolled us again, and when he did, things took a different turn. After having spent so much time building me up, building us both up, with his slow, steady rhythm, he increased the pace of his thrusts.
That slow pace was like lighting kindling wood. Something used to start the fire to keep it burning for longer. Harder strokes and a quickened pace were paving the way to that fully developed fire. Every inch of my body burned for him.
Clawing at him, using my hips to match and meet his thrusts, I fanned those flames. I was the oxygen to his fuel, combining to feed that fire.
“Landen,” I whimpered, feeling myself on the verge of a full-fledged blaze. “Landen.”
He grunted, going at me harder. Faster.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. “I can’t…”
“Come for me, Iris.”
Landen barely got the words out before I was crying out with pleasure as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Right at the peak of it, he buried his face in my neck and groaned through his own release.
And moments later, it was just the two of us, with labored breaths and sweat-slicked skin. We nipped at one another with our teeth and tongues and lips as everything faded and we were nothing more than glowing embers.
TWENTY-FIVE
Landen
It was difficult to believe that just a few weeks ago, I’d been feeling so frustrated.
And all it took was a couple of days for everything to change. Maybe just one day.
From the moment Iris had walked into my office at Harper Security Ops that day she felt like her world had been turned upside down, my life changed.
With each day that passed that I was able to spend time with her and get to know her better, I got the sneaking suspicion that I’d found her.
