“Yeah?’
“Yeah. I’ll head home and make sure. Why don’t you guys stay here and have fun. You can give her a call, or shoot her a text later. I’ll take care of her, promise.”
“Okay,” I responded. I turned and let my eyes travel up Landon’s lean body, stopping at his full lips. I licked mine in anticipation and suggested, “Maybe I’ll call her on the way to your place.”
Taking my request in stride, Landon set our fresh drinks on the closest table and began to usher me out the door. I’m not sure if he was moving so quickly because he was excited that I’d agreed to go home with him, or if he was trying to get me in the car before I changed my mind, but when he took my hand and started running toward the exit, my laughter followed us out of the bar and into the night.
Chapter 12
I woke up slowly, gingerly turning my head so as not to disturb the ache that was brewing, and was momentarily confused about where I was … Then my eyes landed on Landon’s chiseled jaw, and the night came back to me like a bolt of lightening.
God, the sex had been hot. Never underestimate the stamina of a twenty-five-year-old man with the utmost confidence in his ability to please a woman.
I’d called Ginger on our way and offered to have Landon take me back to her place, but she said she was with her sister, and they were fine. She told me to go have fun. After I hung up, nerves hit me, and when I began to think about Ricky, I started to have doubts. Then Landon reached his hand out and placed it on my leg. He asked if I was okay, and if I’d rather him take me home. I wouldn’t say I was drunk, but I was definitely feeling loose and in tune with the needs of my body. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed human touch until I was in the passenger seat, and the simple act of his hand caressing my bare thigh had turned my libido on full-blast. I turned off my thoughts and just allowed myself to feel. I didn’t want to go back to Ginger’s, and I told him so.
I grew heated just thinking about the things we’d done.
I’m not ashamed to say that as soon as we walked into his bedroom in the three-bedroom apartment that he shared with friends, I attacked him. He’d barely shut the door when I pushed him up against it, put one hand in his hair, the other on his hip, and fused my mouth to his. It was wild … primal even.
We’d done it against the wall, doggy-style, and finally in the missionary position, and I’d come every time. The only thing I couldn’t do was oral sex. When Landon had started to kiss his way down my stomach and I’d realized his intent, I stopped him. That was something I’d only ever shared with Ricky, and it seemed too intimate to share with a one-night stand.
Sure, I realized that sex itself was intimate, but I was just after a physical connection, and a release … Landon had taken my deflection with ease, and proceeded to rock my world in other ways.
My body felt so deliciously spent, I would gladly sleep for another twelve hours. Unfortunately, I had to get back to Ginger’s and then get on the road. My mother and sister-in-law were expecting me in Shreveport for dinner, and the clock by Landon’s double-size bed said that it was already after one in the afternoon.
I curled up, trying not to wake Landon as I peered around the room for my clothes. Being naked in the heat of the moment was one thing, but there was no way I was going to prance around the room naked in the cold light of day. I was already cognizant of the fact that Landon obviously put a lot of effort into keeping his body toned and gaspingly perfect, and that the only exercise my much-older body saw was the movement from my couch to the fridge while I binge-watched Gilmore Girls … I didn’t want him to be hit with that fact the second he opened his eyes.
I saw my dress hanging from his bedroom doorknob and bit back a groan. That was about six feet away. I was going to have to get out of bed to get it.
I stuck a foot out and lowered my leg, but instead of hitting carpet, my toe touched what felt like cotton. I leaned over the side and saw a black T-shirt laying on the ground.
Score!
I reached my hand out and snatched it up, throwing it over my head to hide my nakedness. I was instantly assaulted by the heady scent of Landon’s cologne and rethought my decision to leave right this second.
I took another whiff of cologne, glanced over to see the beauty of Landon’s face one more time, and saw him watching me intently … So I shot him a saucy grin and jumped him. One more time … for the road.
An hour later I was whistling through smiling lips as I pulled in front of Ginger’s mother’s trailer. Landon and I had parted with a kiss, and my undying gratitude. I needed to grab my stuff, say goodbye to my friend, and head out to Louisiana.