“We could go.”
“I’m not cold.” Looked like option two was it. Lifting my gaze, I was met with the kindest eyes looking down at me as our bodies slightly swayed to the music. “It’s you.” My throat began to feel tight. “You make me feel like this.”
A few silent seconds passed, him staring at me, me hoping that I hadn’t made a mistake by being honest.
“I make you tremble?” I noticed the way his eyes shifted over my lips before meeting my eyes once more. When I knew he saw me, I nodded. “Is it because I make you nervous?”
“That, among other things.” I took in a slow, calming breath.
“Tell me, what other things?” At the small of my back, I felt his fingertips trace over the exposed skin. “How exactly do I make you feel, Chloe?” He might as well have moaned my name because it sent a shock straight through me and triggered chills to cover my body.
“Excited, exhilarated.” He tilted his head as he moved in a little closer. The way he licked his lips slowly as if preparing himself made me breathe just a little faster. I wanted him to kiss me; it had been something I had longed for, something I had imagined so many times I should have felt shameful.
“Is that all?”
I could feel my nipples harden as my chest rubbed over his with each quick breath I took. I shook my head and arched my neck, giving him full access to my mouth, only he remained at a short distance.
“What else?” His hips moved against my own to the sound of the music. If I was being honest, I couldn’t confirm that the beats matched, because all I saw was him. All I heard was him, and of course the sound of my heart beating and triggering a whooshing sound in my ears. Or so it felt.
“Chloe.” When he whispered my name, his lips grazed over mine, and my knees grew weak as I gripped his arms tight to hold me upright. “What else do I make you feel, Kitten?”
There he went with that name again.
“Right now I feel a little warm.” My cheeks were so flushed. Landon smiled, gliding one hand up my side and along my shoulder, before coming to rest on the back of my neck.
“I’m feeling a little warm myself.” A glazed, lustful look filled his eyes. “I do believe that can also be referred to as attraction, or passion maybe.” I did the weird little nod thing because all I truly wanted was for this man to kiss me already and stop with his torturing tactic.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, and then he moved, his lips brushing over mine tauntingly before disappearing once more. “You make my heart race.” Again he returned to gently kiss me, moving away far too quickly. “I feel alive with you.” Another soft kiss. “And you should know, Chloe Rigdon, that I plan on sweeping you off your feet and ruining the possibility of any other man for you in the future.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s a promise, sweetheart.” Then his lips finally covered mine, and I was completely, utterly lost. The slow, teasing movement of his tongue over mine and the low growl that rumbled in his chest as he pulled me so tight against him made it hard to see where he ended and I began.
Chapter Eighteen
Landon
Stretching my arms over my head, I stared up at my ceiling and couldn’t help the smile that took over. Visions of my blonde beauty looking up at me, her lips reddened and swollen from kissing, haunted me.
Hidden by the trees from the people who were also listening to the same music gave us privacy. It was almost as if it were only the two of us, and that was the greatest part.
My body was screaming for me, my head demanding that I take her back to my place or even hers and continue on, but my heart reminded me that this was Chloe and she deserved so much more.
Parking near the curb of her apartment building caused a heaviness to settle in my stomach. But walking her to her door and kissing her goodnight, forcing myself to walk away was the hardest task of all. I sat in my truck outside for more than ten minutes convincing myself that leaving was the right thing to do. I wanted to prove that she was more to me than one good night. We’d get there; I knew we would. After the way my little kitten purred while kissing me was a sure sign of that fact. She wanted me, I knew she did, and the buildup would make that moment even more electrifying. I had no doubt Chloe and I were a good fit. I knew that before the first kiss.
Oh, what a kiss it was, too.
There was a knock on my door, and I looked over at the clock, wondering who would be showing up at seven-thirty in the morning on a Saturday. Then I was reminded of the promise I’d made to Mike.
Trudging across the living room, I practically tripped over the pile of dirty clothes in my path, thankful that I hadn’t brought Chloe back here. My place was a wreck. It was small, untidy, and an embarrassment.
Pulling open the door, I was met with not only Mike, but Rhett and Terrance, too. Each looked over me from head to toe as if they expected me to be embarrassed that I stood there in my boxers.
“Did we wake you, sleeping beauty?” Rhett pushed past me and walked inside as the others followed.
“Did something die in here?” Terrance wrinkled up his nose, looking around the small
