Drunk Dial(35)
“Fuck, yes, I want one.”
There was a certain slow and sensual song I’d been practicing to on my phone. I scrolled to find it and turned the volume up.
Gyrating my hips ever so delicately to the resonant drumbeat of the song, I kept my gaze glued to his. The desire pooling in his eyes was growing with each second. I danced slowly around him as he kept his body still while his head turned to follow my movements. Teasing him with the silk veil, I brushed the material along his body seductively.
At one point, he grabbed the veil and somehow managed to wrap it around my waist before reeling me in and locking me into his body with it. In that moment, he kissed me harder than ever before. I felt his erection. It was rock-solid against my bare stomach through the material of his pants. Our tongues collided in a race to taste each other. Restraint was simply a war we were not going to be able to win for much longer.
The heat of his body pressing against me was making me incredibly wet.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he whispered gruffly into my mouth, his hands buried in my hair. “Thank you for my private dance.”
“You know, ever since you texted me that first picture of yourself, I haven’t been able to dance at work without seeing you in my mind. Even though this was the first time I’ve ever done it in front of you, I’ve been dancing for you and only you for a while now.”
“Well, I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’ll take that any day.”
His eyes wandered down to my breasts.
Cocking my brow, I asked, “You see something you like?”
“Do your tits always hang out like that when you dance for people?”
“This particular bra is smaller than the others. It’s really the most revealing one.”
“Is it too much to ask you not to wear it anymore…except around me?”
“Possessive much?” I teased.
“You don’t like that?”
“I do, actually.”
“Good. Because I am a possessive motherfucker when it comes to you.”
“Technically, this outfit’s yours to keep anyway. It won’t see the light of day anymore.”
“It’s mine, huh?” He said it in the way that made me wonder if he was talking about the clothing or me. Regardless of what the question was, the answer was the same.
“Yes, it’s yours.”
“Good, because I don’t want to share with anyone.” He stared down at my cleavage. “They’re beautiful, Rana. Maybe you don’t want me admiring you like this, but holy hell...your body is sick.”
Landon had a way of making me want to bare everything to him. It was because I knew that even though he was worshipping me with his eyes right now, he truly wanted all of me. He saw more than just the physical and because of that, for the first time in my life, I felt safe and comfortable enough in my own skin to assert myself in a sexual way. Because I knew he didn’t want to hurt me.
As he continued to marvel at my breasts, I asked, “You want to see them?” My own brazenness surprised me.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Are you gonna show them to me?”
“If you want to see them.”
He jokingly checked his pulse. “Last check, I’m still alive. So, fuck yes, I do.”
My heartbeat accelerated as I pushed the bra slowly down, exposing my breasts. Arousal had made my nipples hard as steel.
Landon’s gaze stayed fixed on them until he said, “They’re perfect.”
Feeling a bit vulnerable with my tits hanging out, I tried to make light of the situation. “Yeah, well, they cost enough.”
“I would’ve loved them before, too.”
“I don’t even know why I did it. They weren’t even that small.”
He finally looked me in the eyes again. “I remember. You had them when I knew you. It was like the one girly thing about Rana Banana.”
“You used to check out my boobs back then?”
“I was thirteen. And you were just developing and pretty much the only girl I hung out with at the time. So, yeah, I did.”
That made me smile. “I never knew you noticed me that way.”
“Well, it wasn’t the same as it is now, but I did.”
When his gaze returned to my breasts, I said what I was thinking. “Do you want to touch them?”
Landon bit his bottom lip in frustration. “I said I wasn’t gonna touch you.”
I felt stupid for being the aggressor. “Okay,” I said, lifting the bra back up over myself.
He stopped me, gritting his teeth then laughed a little. “Wait. I need to touch them.”
“Okay.” I lowered it back down again.