“We should eat.” He said the words but never once stopped moving over me, the movement of his hips mimicking what he’d done while being buried inside of me only moments ago. I swore after closing my eyes that I could almost feel him again. The heat boiling within me, the need for more, the way my nipples hardened as his chest brushed against them.
“Not hungry.” About that time, my stomach chose to growl, and internally, I kicked myself.
Landon’s body shook, and I looked up just in time to see him smiling. “We have all night.” He kissed me again, only this time it was simple and quick. “And into the morning, too.”
The idea of being wrapped in his arms, feeling him do all the things he’d already done to me over and over for hours, I couldn’t hide the anticipation I felt even if I tried.
“Food.” It wasn’t a question, more so a command. Apparently, the desire for him was written all over my face.
I watched closely, not wanting to miss a single second as Landon climbed out of his bed and sauntered to the bathroom only a few feet away. All I could see was the back of him as he worked to remove the condom and clean himself up. A backside that was taut and perfect. The flex of muscles, the proof that he worked out and was a physical man. Construction, firefighter, an all-around strong, confident man. There was nothing sexier than a guy who took pride in his body. I was staring. I knew it and didn’t even attempt to stop when he turned to face me. Instead, I looked over him from top to bottom as he stood in the doorway of his bathroom. His arms stretched out, bracing the weight of his body on the frames. He was a glorious man.
“Are we gonna eat?”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for you to come back so I can.”
When he laughed, his chest shook as he hung his head. “And you said I was the one who was trouble.”
Moving closer, I felt the rush of desire soar through me only to be crushed when he grabbed his boxers and stepped into them, sliding them up his legs.
My eyes narrowed, and again he chuckled when he found me glaring at him.
Next he found his t-shirt from earlier and took another step, holding it out to me. “Put this on.” I made no attempt to take it. “Chloe, you need to eat, and I need to eat.” He shook the shirt. “Put it on. We’ll call in some takeout, and if you behave, I promise that we’ll spend the rest of the night reliving the last hour. I have no intention of sleeping, Kitten, and I don’t plan on letting you sleep, either.”
After we shared a few seconds of a silent stare down, I pushed the covers aside and lay there completely nude. It was his turn to etch the visual to memory, and I allowed him. He fisted the shirt he held a little tighter, and I noticed the way his jaw ticked and his nostrils flared. But he made no move, just stood waiting for me to take the shirt.
Rising up on my knees, I crawled across the mattress, and instead of taking the shirt, I held my hands above my head. I said nothing, and he said nothing, just continued to look me over.
The vixen hound inside of me was screaming for him to push me back onto the mattress and take me again. The man was generous in bed, very generous.
I felt a ping of disappointment when he used both hands to find the sleeves of the shirt and stepped closer to slide it over my arms one at a time. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on every little glide of his fingertips as the material carefully covered my body. It smelled like him, and I was surrounded.
The instant I felt him grip my waist, I opened my eyes. Pulling my body to his, I watched and waited.
“So many things I want to do to you, Kitten.” He was hard against my stomach. “So many things.” And with that, he turned around and began walking to his kitchen, leaving me staring after him. Breathless, my legs were wobbly and my heart was racing.
When my stomach picked that moment to growl again, practically echoing in the silence of his loft apartment, he looked back over his shoulder. With his brow arched, he paused as if to say, See, I told you.
Okay, fine, I was hungry for real food, but I so could have survived.
***
I woke up and immediately knew I was alone in Landon’s bed. After last night and well into the morning, it had been just as he’d promised. I felt sad to know he was gone.
He had to report to the station for his next shift by seven a.m. Part of me felt bad that he’d gotten very little sleep. I also knew that he’d be able to catch up as Brooklet wasn’t generally an active area for a lot of emergencies and fires, which was good. Our town was quiet, and it did feel a little safer knowing that Landon was part of keeping it that way.
Curling onto my side, facing the empty space he’d occupied, I pulled his pillow in closer. Breathing
