The Wright Boss(64)

"I didn't trust myself to come inside," he admitted.

"Oh? Why not?" I asked with a grin.

"Because I wanted more than I was allowed to have that night, and you would have given me what I wanted."

"I would have," I agreed softly.

I'd wanted him so bad. He'd driven me home from Flips that night because I was drunk, and all I'd wanted to do was kiss him. I was sure that I had been blatantly telegraphing that. He'd read it all over my expression. And, instead of coming inside where he surely would have cheated on his wife, he'd left.

Part of me had been frustrated because of the connection that was clearly there, but part of me, the sober part of me, appreciated that he'd left. He could have been the dick who cheated to get out of his marriage, but he wasn't that guy. He hadn't been that guy on New Year's either. He'd stopped talking to me. Even though I'd hated it. And then he'd waited until it was the right time for us.

Like now.

"But you can have it tonight," I told him.

He grinned. "I think you're a bit drunk tonight."

"So? You wouldn't be taking advantage of me."

"Oh, I most certainly would be."

I shrugged off the suit jacket he had thrown on my shoulders earlier, leaving me in nothing but my jean shorts and tank top. I moved over to where he was standing, half-in and half-out of my bedroom. My hands fell to his belt buckle. 

"You don't look like you want to be in this suit anymore."

"I'd be happy to burn the suit."

"Did she touch your suit?" I asked, my voice gritty and sharp.

"She looked at it. That was enough for me."

"Me, too. Definitely burning it." I unbuckled the belt and then fumbled with the button before sliding down the zipper. My eyes were still glued on his. "We'll probably have to take it off first."

He chuckled hoarsely. "You're going to be the death of me."

I grinned. My fingers slipped the knot of his tie free and let it loose. Then, I worked up the buttons of his crisp white shirt. I fumbled a few times as I tried in my haste to get the shirt off, but he grinned and eased out the last few buttons. I pressed my hands against his rock-hard abdomen and then up his smooth, cut chest. My nails dug into his shoulders as I pushed his shirt off his smoking-hot body.

God, he was sexy as hell. I wanted him naked like I hadn't wanted anything else. The alcohol might be fueling me, but it didn't change anything about how much I wanted him.

"Fuck, Heidi," he said.

He leaned into me and captured my lips. His kiss was urgent and needy. He wanted this as much as I did. Our bodies crashed together, and soon, I was pressed back against a post on my bed. His hands reached for my jean shorts and popped the button.

"Every guy in the fucking bar wanted in these shorts." He grabbed my ass with one hand as he shoved his other down the front of my shorts. "It killed me that I wasn't with you, that I couldn't claim you right then and there."

He swirled his finger around my clit, and I gasped against him. Everything felt heightened. My skin tingled. My heart jackhammered in my chest. My fingers dug into his biceps. My body gave in to the sensations that only Landon Wright elicited. He was a match that struck a fire within me.

"Oh, yeah? Is that why you were willing to throw me over your shoulder?"

"I was willing to do a lot more than that. I would have been perfectly happy with bending this hot ass over the pool table."

"And here I thought, I was the jealous one," I told him.

He gently lifted my chin until I looked up into his dark eyes. "You do not have a single thing to be jealous about. You are my one and only."

I leaned into his embrace and tenderly kissed him.

He was too good to be true. He was proving to be everything I'd ever wanted. It was hard for me not to think that something might happen to change that. Especially with Miranda in town. But here we were, in my bedroom, and he only had eyes for me.

He stripped me out of my shorts, and soon, my tank top followed. Every place that he touched me, my body was scorching. A trail of heat spread straight between my legs. I whimpered at his touch as he leaned me backward onto the bed.

His cock jutted out of his boxer briefs, and he easily freed himself, dropping his underwear to the floor. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him up and down until his eyes glazed over, and he practically ripped my underwear off.

"You don't want me to finish?" I asked, licking my lips.

"God, yes, but I want inside your pussy more."

He gripped my hips and pressed the tip of his dick against my opening. I moaned and arched backward. He pushed a little further and then eased out. I thought I was going to explode if he didn't continue. We'd talked over the weekend about the fact that I was on the pill, but I could still feel him hesitate.