Page 88 of Don't Look Down

And if I die trying, I’ll die happy.

Twisting, I turn to face Landon. Our eyes meet, and I feel our connection lighting up inside my chest.

This feeling is what I’ve been searching for.

His cheeks are flushed, lips are parted, and I can’t resist them. As I press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, he gasps. His chest rises and falls rapidly where it’s flush against mine.

His hands flex, and he pulls me back against him. One hand cups my ass, massaging and grinding our cocks together. My eyes roll, and I whimper as my forehead hits his sternum.

“We need to get out of here. Now,” he says. “I need to kiss you properly. And I’m not kissing you for the first time in Quench.”

Words fail me. When I nod, he threads his fingers with mine and drags me behind him.

We barely manage to wave goodbye to the peanut gallery as we rush out of the club.

31

Landon

We were glued to each other in the back of the Uber the whole ride to my house. My heart is pounding. His hand is trembling where it’s clasped in mine. I haven’t let him go. And I don’t plan on it. He’s biting his bottom lip, and I can’t wait to lick the spot and soothe it with my tongue. Periodically, he shakes his head and looks at me, almost like he’s making sure I’m really here with him.

The anticipation and confusion pulse off of him in equal waves.

I smile and trace his cheek with my thumb. His eyes close and he lets his breath out slow and measured.

My heart swells in my chest. He’s so fucking beautiful. And he’s here with me right now, in this moment, as much as I am.

Fucking Leigh and Savannah are going to be insufferable after being proved right.

When we get to my house, I walk us in the front door. We kick off our shoes, and I lead him upstairs to my room.

As I set my keys and my phone on my nightstand, Sky is frozen right inside my bedroom door, staring at my bed.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

His mouth opens and closes as he hesitates.

“Sky.” He shuffles his feet, then raises his hazel eyes to meet mine. The uncertainty on his face cracks my chest wide open. He needs reassurance. And he’ll get it. “It’s me. You can say anything you want. Ask me anything. Nothing could possibly make me look at you differently.” I mirror his long-ago words back to him. They made an impression and I’ll never forget them. Or how accepted and seen he made me feel.

His face softens. He remembers the conversation just as much as I do. “Oh God, Landon. What is happening here? You were just with Savannah last night and now…”

“And now?” I ask softly.

“And now I’m here to what? Fall into her place?” His voice pitches higher with each word.

I take slow, careful steps until I’m standing in front of him. With my thumb, I raise his chin so he’s meeting my eyes directly.

“Savannah and I had an agreement. Friends with benefits. That’s it. We knew what we had wasn’t a long-term arrangement. We mutually decided to end it. And yes, she slept here last night. All we did was sleep. I haven’t had sex with her in weeks. Since before we met at the arena.”

He bites his bottom lip, his eyes searching mine. “Really?”

“Really. I haven’t wanted anyone but you since then.”

His breath leaves him in a rush. His relief is obvious.

“Now, I need to kiss you. I need to know what your lips feel like pressed to mine.”

“Ay dios.Yes, please.” The words are a breath, spoken so softly.

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