by Mandy Baxter
In an impulsive rush, Landon propelled himself to stand, pulling Emma up with him. Her surprised yip brought a smile to his face, and he spun them around until he was sitting in the chair again and she was standing before him gloriously naked.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Emma.”
She smiled, an expression so open and radiant that it stole Landon’s breath. Her gaze slid down the length of his body and settled at his cock, barely restrained by his underwear, where it remained for a few moments before she looked up at his face. “I’m sort of at a disadvantage here, don’t you think?”
Good God, her voice, so husky and thick with passion, caused his gut to clench tight with lust. He answered her with a smile of his own and kept his gaze locked on hers. He eased off his boxer briefs in a clumsy tangle of fabric, kicking them to the far side of the room. Emma laughed, and the sound rippled over Landon’s skin like cool lake water on a too-hot day.
She was every bit the seductress when she said, “That’s better. Impressive, Deputy.”
Her hungry expression sparked afire in Landon’s blood, and he reached out, capturing her hand in his. He pulled her to him and she climbed up on his lap, once again straddling his hips. Emma went up high on her knees and bent at the neck to kiss him. Landon had to tilt his head up to meet her, and the damp curling tendrils of her hair formed a dark, fragrant curtain around them. Her lips caressed his, slowly, deliberately. Almost a tease. The contact merely a ghost of what Landon wanted. “Kiss me like you mean it, Emma.”
“Oh, I am,” she whispered. “I can taste myself on your lips, Landon. You made me feel so good.”
A few years back, Landon’s chute had failed to open properly during a routine skydive. His brain had gone completely blank before it rebooted and he’d had the good sense to throw his backup. Right now, hearing those heated words from Emma, he was totally in reboot mode.
“Jesus Christ, you’re going to make me come if you keep talking like that.” Her soft, low laughter threw yet another wrench in the cogs of his thought process. Emma exuded raw, natural sensuality without even trying. The woman was made to love and be loved. And Landon was going to love the shit out of her tonight. He kissed her once, slow. “You taste so sweet. Next time, I want you to come with my mouth on you.”
“Next time?” Emma raised a brow and slid down a couple of inches, just enough to brush her slick heat against the engorged head of his cock. Landon let out a tortured groan. “We’re not even finished with this time and you’re already making plans for next time?”
Landon shrugged a shoulder. “What can I say? I’m a planner.”
Conversation dwindled in lieu of kisses and that was fine by Landon. There was plenty of time to explore the merits of dirty talk later. Right now, though, he wanted more of her mouth on his mouth. As they made out like a couple of teenagers, Emma took the initiative to push their play way past that of a couple of innocent kids. She continued to tease Landon, sliding her pussy against his cock without allowing him to enter her.
As his sensitive head brushed her clit, Emma grabbed Landon’s face and kissed him fiercely. She nipped at his bottom lip as she continued to rock her hips against him, the sting of her teeth the perfect complement to the intensity of sensation as she pleasured herself against his erection. Landon gripped Emma’s hips, his fingers biting into her flesh, and she stilled, the heat of her body hovering above his hypersensitive head.
“Landon,” Emma said between desperate pants of breath. “Unless you came prepared to play, this is as far as we can go.”
Her words were nothing more than blargh, urgh, spltfft, in the back of his mind. He knew she was trying to tell him something important, but for the life of him he couldn’t translate the sounds. Like some sort of deranged caveman he grunted as he thrust up, desperately seeking her heat.
Emma rose up higher on her knees, a gentle laugh vibrating in her chest. “Landon. Did you hear me?”
“Later.” He buried his face in her throat, kissing, biting, sucking. Somewhere in his subconscious he recalled her saying something about coming prepared to play? What did she mean? He was dying to play. Little toddlers hopped up on sugar and waiting in line at Chuck E. Cheese had nothing on his eagerness. Emma pulled away and cut him a stern look.
Wait. Did she mean . . . ?
“Not later, Landon. Now.”
Condoms. She wanted to know if he had any condoms.
“Wallet,” he groaned, still in caveman mode. “Pretty sure. Yeah. Wallet.”
Emma laughed, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, then. Don’t move.”
Move? He wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Twenty
Though Emma didn’t want to admit it, she’d been sweating there for a second. Because, honestly, the idea of stopping now barely registered. Already, it took an act of sheer will not to throw caution to the wind and go for it. For a long moment, she remained right where she was, her gaze locked with Landon’s while she inched her hips toward his. Her clitoris was swollen and aching. In fact, her entire body was wound tight and her limbs shook with the need for release. The way Landon’s eyes smoldered when he looked at her excited Emma beyond anything she’d ever felt before. It seemed as though she’d waited forever for this moment. And she wasn’t going to waste another second.
She braced her arms on the chair and leaned in for a kiss before pushing herself away. Landon lurched forward, following her, as though unwilling to separate their joined mouths. “Don’t go.” The gently urged command caused Emma’s stomach to tighten and twist. He moved his hips and his shaft passed through her folds, a teasing caress that made her body limp and her lids heavy. Landon’s voice growled in her ear, “Don’t move a muscle.”
Okay. No problem. He could tempt her into anything with nothing more than his voice. Emma rocked against him, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shuddered through her. His full-court press didn’t stop there, though. Landon reached up to fondle her breasts, kneading her flesh and circling her nipples with his thumbs before pinching lightly. Emma threw her head back and a low moan reverberated through her. If she didn’t move now, she never would.
“I’ll be right back.” She pushed herself away from the chair. Landon reached out to catch her, but she spun away from his grasp. Emma looked back as she crossed the room, taking in the sight of one very naked Landon McCabe sprawled out on the chair, all hard lines and defined muscle. His six-pack flexed as he relaxed in the chair and Emma raked his body with her eyes, pausing at the hard length of his erection jutting out proudly from between his legs. The man was built like a god.
Emma groped on the floor for his jeans, reluctant to tear her gaze away. Landon’s mouth quirked into a sardonic half smile that melted her bones until she wondered how she managed to stand up straight. The moment should have been awkward, a break in the mood that might end things before they began. But this was different. Landon’s playfulness, the way Emma felt so at ease with him. If anything, their stalled-out momentum made her want him even more. Who would have thought that the sense of rightness she felt with him could be such a turn-on?
When she finally found his jeans, Emma rifled through the pockets until she found Landon’s wallet and the single condom tucked inside. “Should I even ask why you carry this around?” She waved the little foil packet as she walked slowly back to the chair.
He tried to snatch it from her grasp, but she pulled it away with a sly smile. “I always leave my house prepared for anything,” Landon said. “That one though, has a story behind it.”
Emma quirked a brow. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, it has to do with my buddy Galen, a sting operation in Beaverton about a year and a half ago, and a waitress at an Applebee’s.”
“Waitress?” A pang of jealousy shot through Emma as she regarded him. Maybe this particular foil packet was a keepsake from a box he’d bought in order to bed the Applebee’s waitress? The thought of Landon touching another woman, kissing her, putting his mou
th on her and licking her senseless made Emma see red. Or was it green? Either way, she didn’t like it.
Landon gave her a bemused grin. “It’s not what you think. And I’ll be more than happy to tell you the story later. But right now . . .” His gaze ignited a fire over Emma’s skin as his eyes swept her from head to toe. “I have better things to do.”
“You don’t say? Like what?” Emma infused her voice with as much sensuality as she could muster. Did she sound sexy or more like she’d finished a five-mile run? Crap.
Landon moved his hand slowly down his chest, and Emma’s breath caught while her attention was glued to what he was doing. He ventured down past his hips and fisted his erection, stroking himself slowly from the glossed, rosy crown down to the root of his shaft and back up again. “Like getting you back over here and on top of me for starters.” He stroked himself again, and a sound that resembled a strangled croak lodged itself in Emma’s throat. Holy crap, Landon was so hot she was surprised the room wasn’t engulfed in flames.
Did it matter who he’d been with over a year ago? He was here with her right now. And if Emma had it her way, he’d never be with anyone else ever again. “Maybe I’ll stand here for a while,” Emma suggested. “And watch.”
Landon hiked a well-muscled shoulder. “Suit yourself.”
His gaze didn’t waver as he stroked his fist down the length of his erection. Emma’s lips parted with her quickened breath, and a low groan issued in Landon’s throat as he pumped his hips up into his grasp, his own breathing growing more ragged by the second. Emma took a step toward him—God, he had her so wound up that her thighs were wet from her arousal. Another stroke and Landon’s hips jacked up off the chair. As though she couldn’t help herself, Emma took one more step closer.
“I thought you wanted to watch,” Landon remarked, his voice a husky rumble as she closed the remaining distance between them.
“I’m really more of a full-contact player than a spectator,” Emma murmured as she tore the foil packet open.
Landon paused as Emma bent over him to guide his hands away. He reached out to caress her—apparently, his hands needed something to do—and pleasant chills broke out over her skin as his fingers trickled from her shoulders, down her arms, and settled on her waist. Emma’s thumb barely met her fingers as she stroked him, rolling the condom over the impressive length of his erection. “You’ve only got one of these. Better make it count.”
Landon grabbed her tight around the waist and lifted her until she was where they’d begun—straddling his hips. He wound his fists in the length of her hair and hauled her against him, kissing her as though starved for the contact. No longer playful or teasing, through with taking his time, Landon got right down to business, and this more aggressive side of him drove Emma crazy with desire. She had to have him inside of her. Now.
Rising up on her knees, she positioned herself, but not before she rubbed her clit against his swollen head once, and again. And then again. It felt so good, the sensation so intense that Emma moaned as she buried her face in Landon’s hair, inhaling his clean, outdoorsy scent and holding it in her lungs.
“Oh, God, Emma, I need to fuck you.” Landon’s desperate tone spurred her on, and Emma slid down, taking him inside of her slowly to allow her body to accommodate his girth.
His arms shook as he held her, his thighs trembled with each tentative inch. She knew he was holding back, allowing her to control his penetration, and likewise, Emma’s body vibrated with restraint. Slow simply wasn’t going to cut it.
In one last quick thrust, Emma took him as deep as she could. Their sounds of passion melded into a single desperate sound, her cry and Landon’s guttural shout, muffled as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. It took a moment for her body to adjust, and Emma panted through the sensation as she gently rocked against him. Landon held her tight, one hand still in her hair while the other wandered to her waist. He urged her on, guiding her hips in a gentle rhythm as his mouth ventured past the column of her throat, over her collarbone to her breast. She inhaled a sharp breath as he captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily as he nipped at the hardened peak.
“Landon . . .” Emma breathed. “That feels so good.”
He bucked his hips up and the sharp sting of his deep penetration was only momentary as a warm glow radiated in Emma’s core. She rose up on her knees and plunged back down, evoking a tortured groan from Landon that filled her with a heady sense of power. She’d fantasized about this moment, what it would feel like to have Landon want her. And now she knew that nothing she’d imagined could compare to the reality. He lapped at her breast with vigor before switching to the unattended side. The cold air teased her nipple when Landon drew away, and Emma gasped as she ground her hips into his. His rock-hard shaft slid against her sensitive clit, and she pressed into him as her body coiled tight. Oh, God, a little bit more . . . A thrust, maybe two, and she’d be there.
“Oh . . . Landon . . .” Emma whispered into his hair. “You’re going to make me come.”
Damn it, not yet.
As much as it boosted his ego to know that he could pleasure Emma so easily, Landon wasn’t ready for this to be over. Especially since this was his one and only shot tonight to feel her tight, slick heat hugging his cock.
Landon took her hips in both of his hands so he could control her motions. “Not yet,” he murmured close to her ear. “Hold on, Emma. I want this to last.”
She tried to take him deep, but Landon held her steady, allowing only for a shallow penetration. Her frustrated sounds made his balls draw up tight and, yeah, he wanted to come so bad it hurt. But he refused to give in to that urge, and it took every ounce of self-control he had to maintain.
He held her still, thrusting slowly up into her, and Emma’s head rolled back on her shoulders as she let out a low moan. She dug her nails into his shoulders and her thighs quivered against his with the contraction of each individual muscle. He pulled out every bit as slowly, and Emma sighed, only to inhale a sharp gasp when he thrust quickly and so deep that he felt it in every nerve. For long, torturous minutes he kept the unrelenting pace. In. Out. In. A slow caress of their joining bodies until Emma quit trying to rush him and mirrored his unhurried motions.
Landon released his grip on her hips so he could take her heavy breasts in his hands. Supple, her skin like satin in his palms. He tugged at the pearled peaks of her nipples, loving the sweet mewling sounds she made when he teased her that way. Over the years, he’d had his fair share of flings. Even a few girlfriends. But no other woman had been as responsive as Emma, so in touch with her own body and her pleasure. Her confidence turned him on like no other, her openness and lack of embarrassment or shame. She displayed her glorious body proudly to him, teased him with it, even. Emma was fire and steel. Perfect. No other woman would ever measure up after this.
Afternoon gave way to evening and the room darkened to a smoky gray. Landon’s eyes met Emma’s, and they locked, frozen on each other as their bodies met and parted. Met and parted. They were so in sync that it felt more like a sensual dance. Not clumsy or bumbling. But unhurried. Erotic. Tantalizingly slow. They held on to one another as though afraid they’d be separated, a cleaving of limbs and torsos. With each slow thrust, Emma cried out, her lids heavy and her mouth parted and inviting. Landon smoothed back her hair and cupped her cheek before their lips met in a kiss. Slow, exactly like he was fucking her, his tongue easing past her lips to play with hers, enticing and sweet.
Minutes sped by, as evidenced by the darkening room, but to Landon, time stood still. Rain pelted the window and the wind howled outside, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged between him and Emma. A deep connection was being forged between them, solid and unmovable. Permanent. Something that Landon was helpless to fight and yet the prospect of surrender scared the shit out of him.
The thought awakened a primal urge deep inside of him. A need that demanded satiation. He pushed up from the chair and cupped
Emma’s ass in his palms, urging her up and down over his shaft. On wobbly legs, he moved them to the bed and gingerly deposited her on top of the mattress. Her expression was bemused, a half smile curving her mouth. “What happened to slow and steady?” she purred.
Ah, hell. “Slow and steady is good,” he responded. “But I need to have you hard and deep. Right fucking now.”
Emma moaned her approval, her back arching off the mattress as she raised her hips up to meet him. Landon drove home in a single forceful thrust, and they both cried out as he pulled out and thrust again. Hard.
“Oh God, Landon. Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop. It feels so good.” Emma’s words were spoken through gasps of breath, and Landon’s own were puffing in his chest as he fucked into her.
Need drove him as Landon buried himself to the hilt in her tight warmth. He pounded into her again and again, the sound of their bodies coming together only spurring him on. His sac ached for release, his cock head throbbing as Emma’s inner walls clenched around him. As though she were holding him in, the constrictions grew tighter, and Landon gnashed his teeth as a desperate growl built in his chest.
Words, sweet and soft, then frenzied and intense, buffeted his ears with each thrust. More. Harder. Don’t stop. Again, just like that. You’re so hard. I need to come. Please, Landon.
Yes! To all of it, yes. Landon couldn’t form a single syllable to save his life, and yet he absorbed every word from Emma’s mouth into his skin, his very soul, as though he needed those words as much as he needed her body.
Beneath him, Emma went rigid, her legs tightening around his waist. Her head came up off the bed and she buried her face in his neck, kissing, licking, nipping as she muttered unintelligible words that ended on sobbing cries of pleasure, igniting over Landon’s body like wildfire. His name exploded from her lips as she came, and her body went limp beneath him as her sex clenched him tight, pulsing and drawing him deeper, squeezing his swollen head until Landon’s own need for release overtook him.