His mouth began to explore, kissing along my jaw as I arched my neck, needing more. Feeling his tongue trace over the shell of my ear and along the side of my neck triggered me to shift against him once more. Feeling how hard he was growing beneath me gave me a sense of satisfaction.
His lips left me long enough for me to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the side. His lips found their way back to my neck. He kissed lower and lower, tracing his tongue over my collarbone.
The man had magic hands, roaming over my thighs, hips, and gripping my ass to pull me forward as he lifted his own. His erection hit me perfectly with each shift; it was mind blowing.
The second his palm slid beneath my shirt, along my sides and over my stomach, I felt my nipples harden with anticipation. It’s almost like he could read my mind, too. Pushing his hands up further, he cupped my breasts and gently kneaded them, pinching my nipples through the lace.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he leaned in and bit on my left one, giving it a little tug. That’s it, it’s all it took. Throwing my head back, I thrust my chest forward and ground my hips against him.
Suddenly and without warning, I was on my back, and my shirt joined his on the floor. I looked up, Landon hovering high above looking down at me, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His hard-on was unable to be hidden as it pressed against the unforgiving denim of his jeans. He looked like a god.
Lifting my hands, I began to unfasten his belt, and he watched without saying a word. Then I unclasped his button, lowered his zipper, and the control he had been showing broke.
His body covered mine, his lips taking mine in a deep, consuming kiss.
“This happens and you’re mine, Kitten.” It wasn’t a question but a statement that I had no intention of arguing with. I wanted to be his.
He pulled one bra strap free, lowering it over my shoulder, kissing along the way. The cup of my bra sagged, and his gaze shifted downward.
I could almost feel his mouth on me.
Then the worst possible thing that could happen did. My buzzer sounded, and then my father’s voice on the other side echoed loudly. “Open up, girl.” I heard the sound of the door handle rattle. “Before I drop all this shit.”
I looked up at Landon, seeing him staring at the door with wide eyes. Like he was frozen in fear. I gave him a nudge, and he fell back, scrambling to buckle his jeans.
We were both a crazy display of panic as we searched for our clothes in a rush. My father’s voice still echoed as he knocked loudly.
“I’m coming.” The second the words left my mouth, I looked at Landon to find him with his body shaking from laughter. Yeah, ha ha, real funny.
Chapter Twenty
Landon
I felt his eyes boring holes into the side of head. I swore I could feel my junk shrinking and shriveling at the idea of what this man could do to me.
“Sorry to interrupt your dinner.”
“Don’t think it’s dinner we interrupted,” Ben piped in, and I seriously felt as though I shrunk another six inches. I couldn’t look at him. I knew if I did, I would immediately start to apologize for violating his daughter. Or almost violating his daughter. My pulse was fucking racing.
“Benjamin.” I looked up to see Leann, Chloe’s mom, nudging her husband. “We just wanted to bring the remaining stuff you had in the attic. We should have called first.”
“Call before I visit my daughter?” Ben boomed.
“Dad.” Chloe sounded embarrassed, and I wanted to step up to her side to comfort her, but I knew that would only make matters worse. He was in protective father mode, so remaining distant was for the best. “I’m not a child.”
“You’re my child,” he corrected her.
“Oh my God.” Chloe looked at her mother for help. “Will you make him stop, please?”
“We’re gonna go.” Leann offered her daughter a hug and whispered something to her.
“Do you and I need to step outside so I can remind you to respect my daughter?” Ben said low enough that only I could hear.
“No sir.” I finally gave in and looked at him. A stern look on his face directed only at me. “I do respect Chloe, very much. I also care for her very much.”
“Care for her?” Wrong choice of words, I guessed.
“She is amazing, and I can assure you that I would never willingly hurt her. I can also guarantee you that her happiness is all I care about. Her smile means more to me than anything else.”
“I’m leaving only because pissing my wife off is not an option.” He stepped back, still watching me closely. “But in no way does that mean that I’m not waiting for one little screw up that gives me the chance to show you how much my daughter’s happiness means to me.”
“Noted.” I gave him a firm nod. “I have no intentions of screwing up, though.”
We stared at one another, each refusing to look away.
“Will the two of you stop acting like a couple of children?” Chloe grabbed her father’s arm and gave it a tug. “It’s time for you to go home. I love you, Dad, but I am a grown woman who can fend for myself. So please, go.”
Her father pulled her in to his side, giving her a hug, still watching me with a warning stare. I could read it loud and clear. Then together
