“I want you,” he husks, his eyes flashing. I can feel him start to harden against me under his sweats, and the idea of his cock growing for me like that sends a pulse of heat between my own legs.
“Landon-”
“No, no bullshit.” He shakes his head, a hand coming up to hold my chin as his eyes bore into mine. “No dancing around what this means or how this pertains to fucking work. I don’t care about any of that right now, I just want you. Period.”
I’m pressing my lips to his before I even have time to respond.
Clearly, the feeling is mutual.
Hands pull me close, slipping behind me and down to my ass. I moan softly into his mouth as he lifts me, legs going around his grooved hips as he picks me up and carries me through the house and through his bedroom door.
He closes the door with his foot as he moves us to the bed, setting me down. Clothes strip away, landing on the floor, tossed across the room, draped half inside-out across the bed.
I move on top of him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him. Lips sear together, tongues tease the other, hands drift across skin. I pull my mouth from his and slowly start to tease my way down his chest, sucking and licking as I go. Landon groans as I move lower, kissing over his abs, wanting to trace my tongue across every single impossibly hard groove of that athletic stomach but pulling myself lower.
I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, stroking him and wetting my lips hungrily as the soft, velvety skin rubs across the hot iron beneath. I lean forward and wrap my lips around him, taking him into my mouth. He gasps, hands cupping my cheek as I swallow him. I swirl my tongue at the silken underside of him as I bob my mouth up and down him, my eyes dragging up his body to watch him as he watches me with rapt lust.
“Get up here,” he growls, groaning as he pulls me away from him. I leave him with a final kiss on his crown before I move back up. Landon starts to turn us, but I shake my head and push him back with a hand on his chest.
“Shh, just lie back.”
I reach between us, stroking his cock and bringing it to tease against my dripping wet opening. Landon growls again as he starts to stretch for the bedside drawer.
“Leave it,” I say quietly.
His eyes dart back to mine. “Serena-”
I shrug quietly. “I mean; I’m not going to get pregnant or anything.” His eyes soften, but I shake my head and grin. “And I’m going to assume we’re both okay? I mean, I know I am.”
He nods, his hand skimming over my thighs. “I’m a very careful guy.”
“And I’m a very careful girl.”
“Except for right now.”
I nod. “Except for right now.” I lean down, my lips brushing against his as my hands slide into his hair. “I don’t want to be careful tonight. I don’t want to be careful with you.”
He groans and lifts his hips against me, the thick head of his cock nestling against my opening.
“Shit, Serena.”
“I just want to feel you. I need to feel you right now.”
And I do.
I slowly sink back, and he slips inside as we both moan.
I rock on his hips, kissing him, my hands entwined with his. The tempo climbs, and it’s a slow build, a glow that gets hotter and hotter. My breathing comes faster, my nipples grazing across his chest.
My bottom lip, caught between his teeth, the way his large hands envelope mine.
The way he pulses inside of me, and the way he fits in a most perfect way.
When we come it’s like a slow wave crashing over us, pulling us under until we’re left gasping and panting.
“I should-”
His hand catches me, pulling me back into him as I try and slide out of the bed.
“No.”
“Landon,” I smile as I turn to him. “I shouldn’t stay.”
“You should, actually.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. It’d be too confusing for her in the morning.”
“She sleeps in like a log on Sundays.”
I bite my lip, teeth raking across it.
I shouldn’t be considering this. I should be listening to the logic, and the self-preservation that says staying here with him is opening me up to more than I think I could take.
But then there’s the other side of me - the side that doesn’t want to leave his side, or his touch.
Not now.
I bring a hand to his face as I meet his eye and I nod, kissing him and slipping back into the sheets.
“Stay, Serena,” he whispers, pulling me into him, his lips grazing over mine. “Just stay.”
Done.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Landon
The coffee is strong and hot - my second cup - and I sip it as I glance at muted sports highlights on the TV.
The season’s about to start, and I realize I haven’t even been thinking about the game and the plays leading up to it like I always do. The thing is, that’s not really my job. It hasn’t been my responsibility to think about players and the new offensive maneuvers, and how we stack up against rivals since I was a player. I mean, yeah, working on the board of a pro team, you should definitely give a shit, but it’s not like it’s the job. My job is to keep the organization itself going, the rest of it is for the players and the coaches.