Sinner(154)

“Very. I think we need another round.”

I laugh as Landon starts to stand before he winces.

My brow furrows. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…” He grumbles as he sits back down, gingerly rubbing his side. “That ex of yours has a meaner hook than you’d think.”

“Let me take a look.”

Landon raises a brow at me and I sigh. “Shirt. Off. Now.”

“Me, Tarzan. You, Jane,” he says in a low, goofy voice.

“Dork. C’mon, let me take a look.”

Landon meets my eyes with his for a second before his hands move to his tie. He undoes it, pulling it from his collar before he reaches for his shirt buttons. He pops them one by one before pulling the shirt away from his grooved, inked torso and shrugging it off his shoulders. My eyes drop to the red and raw looking abrasion on the side of his ribs.

“Oh, yeah, that’s going to bruise. Hang on.” I jump up from the couch and dart into the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer before running back to sit next to him on the couch.

“Here, let me.”

Landon hisses as I place the frozen ice pack against his bare skin.

“Don’t be a baby.”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink and easing his head back.

“I don’t normally do that, you know.”

“What, defend the honor of damsels in distress?”

“I was going to say start bar brawls.”

I grin. “Yeah, well, feel free to defend my honor whenever you want. That was kind of awesome.”

Landon snorts, immediately grimacing again as I shift the ice pack on his ribs. “Oh, yeah, awesome.”

“Trust me, as a spectator, it was pretty hot watching you jump in to-”

I freeze the second the words leave my lips and I quickly look down at the ice pack.

“I meant to say cool. It was cool watching you knock his ass down.”

I chance a glance back up and see that he’s looking at me, his eyes burning into mine.

We’re close. We’re very close, our knees touching, inches away from each other, and he’s not wearing a shirt. Why is he not wearing a shirt right now?

Because you told him to take it off, dummy.

I look up at him, the heat palpably rising between us as I quickly swallow.

“Serena.” His eyes narrow at me as his jaw tightens. My eyes land on the shadowed hollow of his cheekbone, resting there as I feel my pulse thudding through my veins.

“We…this…” his head slowly shakes side to side.

“I know.”

“I don’t do this, I told you,” he growls, the words sounding more like he’s reminding himself over me. “I have rules.”

“What sort of rules,” I say quietly, my eyes still dragging over those cheekbones, those perfectly formed lips, the cleft above them and the strong, defined jawline below.

“Rules against this, and I keep breaking them,” he growls darkly.

I glance up into his eyes, feeling my heart beating a mile a minute. The ice pack drops from my hand, and my fingers suddenly find themselves touching the coolness of his skin. “And it’s been so damn terrible letting go?” My eyes narrow at him. “Has it been that bad breaking one of your stupid rules here and there?”

He moves closer to me, the heat and the scent of him enveloping me, his lips inches from mine. “Rules are a slippery slope. You break one, you break them all.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that would we,” I say mockingly.

I gasp as he suddenly pushes me back into the couch, his arms going to either side of me as he hovers over me. “Watch it,” he growls, his eyes flickering across mine. He’s between my legs, and I can feel how hard he’s pressing against my pussy through the fabric of my skirt.

“I think some rules are meant to be broken,” I whisper out. “And I think you should-”

My words drown in his lips as he mashes them against mine. I moan into his mouth, my hands wrapping around him as he growls, kissing me hot and kissing me fiercely. His hands slide into my hair, pulling me against him and demanding my lips.

Hands move to my top, pushing it roughly up over my breasts as his hands slide over me. I moan, tugging at his belt before he pushes my hands above my head to slip the top off of me. I reach back for my bra, letting that come away and letting him strip that from me as well. He reaches for my skirt, pulling down the zipper at the back and yanking it down over my hips. I lift my legs as he strips it from me, his eyes dancing over me lying there in just my panties.

“You think I should break some of my rules, hmm?” he growls as he crawls back over me, his eyes fierce.

I nod breathlessly, feeling the raw desire pooling between my legs. He leans into me, his lips teasing over the hollow of my neck.