Chapter 9
Zoe
“Mmmm,” I moaned, waking up to the lash of Landon’s tongue on my clit. Lifting up onto my elbows, I peered down the bed and found him sprawled between my legs. His head was bent low, his light-brown hair mussed from me running my fingers through it the night before. We’d fallen into bed after spending the day moving my stuff from my apartment into Landon’s house. It wasn’t the lazy Sunday I’d been hoping for, but the shock of finding Spencer Teagan waiting in Landon’s office Friday afternoon made it clear we couldn’t wait very long without risking questions we didn’t want to answer. Since Landon had work that required his attention on Saturday, and our week was going to be jam packed, Sunday was our only viable option.
With a few more flicks of his tongue against my clit, I wasn’t thinking about how we’d spent our weekend anymore—I wasn’t capable of thinking about anything other than the zinging sensations running through my body.
“Morning,” he breathed against my sensitized skin. Then he swiped his tongue through my slick folds, making my hips buck upwards.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and rasped, “Please, Landon. Don’t tease me.”
He blew against my pussy, making me whimper in need, before thrusting his tongue into me. With his tongue, teeth and lips, he tortured me for another ten minutes until I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I need to come,” I pleaded.
“And I need to be inside you while you do,” he growled.
He didn’t waste a second, rising up on his knees, tilting my hips and plunging his cock into me. That was all it took, the feel of him deep inside sent me over the edge. He rode me hard while I shook beneath him, my pussy clenching tight. His head was buried in the crook of my neck and his hand gripped mine tight, his thumb rubbing against my rings as he often did when we made love.
“Come with me,” I urged.
He looked down at me with such intensity, his jaw flexing and his eyes filled with need. He slammed into me a few more times and followed me over the cliff, roaring my name. I stayed wrapped around him, his orgasm triggering a second one in me.
“So damn perfect,” he murmured against my lips, giving me a soft kiss before taking me with him as he rolled to his side.
“What a way to wake up,” I sighed, rubbing my cheek against his chest.
“Now that I’ve got you right where you belong, you can have all the mornings like this that you want. Finally.” He gave me a quick squeeze. “If you hadn’t been so damn stubborn, you would have been here months ago.”
I slapped him lightly on the arm. “You’re insufferable. And for the record, even if I had said yes to a date with you, way back when,” I drawled sarcastically. “I wouldn’t have been in your bed right away.”
“Are you sure about that?” He slid his finger down my spine, sending a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Impossible man,” I grumbled, since I couldn’t argue my point too hard because I wasn’t sure about it. How could I be when I’d fallen straight into his arms our very first night together?
“That’s what I thought.” His smug tone earned him an elbow in the side as I moved to get up and head to the bathroom. “Hey, I left something on the counter for you when I got up earlier.”
“You did?” I squealed, picking up the pace in my excitement to see what kind of surprise he had in store for me. The pink box wasn’t what I was expecting and was a major disappointment. I picked it up after using the toilet and getting cleaned up, and then marched back into the bedroom. “This is the something you left for me?”
He flashed me a quick grin, his eyes lowering to my belly and staying there—looking at me like he had x-ray vision and could see inside to the baby he was so damn certain he’d planted there. “Yeah, I thought you could take it this morning.”
“It’s too early,” I hissed.
“When is your period supposed to start?”
“My... what?” I sputtered.
“Your period,” he replied, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for us to be discussing. “I did some research, and you can test as early as five days before your missed period with that one. It’s the most sensitive over-the-counter test you can take.”
I should have known he wasn’t going to let it drop so easily, even though he hadn’t brought the tests up again over the weekend. It was kind of adorable how excited he was for me to pee on a stick, but I wasn’t quite ready to handle the confirmation of what I was starting to believe to be true. I needed a little more time while I adjusted to the idea of being Landon’s wife for longer than a couple years. Recalling the date of my last cycle, I did some quick math in my head and heaved a deep sigh of relief. Then, with my face filling with heat, I answered. “We have to wait until Saturday morning.”