“You taste better than dessert,” he murmured, sliding a finger inside of her, then another.
Kait’s eyes rolled back in her head as he pumped them in and out. “Landon,” she gasped. “You have to stop, or I’m going to—”
“Go ahead,” he said, not slowing. “I want to make you cum again and again.”
Biting her lip, she gripped his shoulders and threw back her head, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation. Then, in the middle of LeClarks, she had the most intense orgasm of her life. It left her boneless and breathless, and she sunk down against him, feeling as though every bone in her body had turned to jelly.
Landon gave her a minute to recover before he pushed aside the dishes and laid her down on the blanket. He knelt above her and stared down at her, his cock so hard his pants could barely contain it. She was spread out, wanton and flushed with her orgasm, her lips parted, the blindfold hiding her eyes, her hair haloed out around her head. He’d never seen a woman so beautiful.
“Landon?” she whispered, reaching for him.
“I’m coming,” he said, pulling off his jeans and lowering himself on and into her. She arched up to meet him, trying to clasp him closer, but he pinned her wrists above her head and rocked into her slowly. He could have come in seconds, but he needed to get her there again.
Kait felt like every fiber of her being was on fire. Like with the food, not being able to see Landon heightened every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. She pushed her hips up into his, trying to take him deeper, greedy for him.
“Don’t, Kait,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “I won’t be able to stop if you keep doing that.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Landon gave up on self-control and pounded into her. It was animalistic instead of the tenderness he wanted to show her, and he felt like howling when he felt her body climax beneath his.
“Again,” he growled in her ear and adjusted his pace. He wasn’t done yet, and he would be damned if he’d let her be.
Kait shook her head to tell him it wasn’t possible, that another orgasm would decimate her. But when he rolled so that she was straddling him, his hands on her breasts, she felt her body instinctively react. “Oh god,” she gasped as he thrust into her over and over again, “Landon!”
He felt himself get close, and when he felt her shudder and collapse on his chest, he let himself go with her.
Afterward, they lay in a tangled pile on the floor. Kait felt limp and hazy and knew that if she didn’t get up soon, she would fall asleep. It was pitch black except for the flickering candles, and his body, pressed up against her, kept her warm.
Reluctantly, she pushed into a sitting position and nudged him. “We can’t stay here,” she protested when he tried to pull her back down.
“Why not? We own the place.”
“We’re investors. My brother owns the place,” she reminded him.
The mention of Gray galvanized him somewhat. He sat up balefully and watched her get dressed. “Come on,” Kait prodded him. “Let’s go back to the condo.”
While he pulled on his clothes, she walked into the kitchen. She was dying for a cup of coffee. “It was smart to start up the machine,” she said, coming back into the dining room with it.
Landon glanced over at her and lowered his eyebrows. “I didn’t start it.”
Though the cup was hot in her hand, Kait’s body went cold. “You—you didn’t? Not before? When I was in the office?”
Landon shook his head. “No. I thought you’d turned it on.”
“No,” Kait said, her hand trembling so much the steaming liquid began to slosh up against the rim. Landon moved to her side swiftly and took the cup.
“Calm down. Someone must have left it on after the morning shift.”
Kait shook her head. “I turned it off myself.”
“Then,” Landon groped for an explanation. “Then it’s on a timer. It malfunctioned.”
“There was a filter with fresh grounds,” she said through bloodless lips. “Someone was in here with me, Landon.” Then, struck by an even more terrifying thought, she whirled around to stare into the dark depths of the kitchen. “Someone might still be here.”
Chapter Twelve
It was 11:30 PM by the time they got back to the Atlantia. Kait was hellbent on waking Gray, but Landon insisted they wait until morning.
“No one is in there now,” he said. “I checked every inch. Someone could have snuck out the back door, but there still might be a more rational explanation.”
Despite the armed guard in the lobby and Landon at her side, Kait slept fitfully. All of the old fears, the ones she thought she’d overcome, swarmed back even stronger than before. They blotted out reason and left her convinced that Basil Hampton had been in the restaurant with her. That he had been watching her like he used to.
She didn’t manage to get to sleep until it was nearly dawn, and she woke up just three hours later when her alarm went off at 8 am.
“Come on,” she woke Landon. “We have to talk to Gray.”
With a sigh, he slid into his jeans and followed her to the elevator.
Gray looked curiously unsurprised to see them in their disheveled state, standing at his door at 8 am. “I guess you’ve heard,” he said grimly, running a hand through his hair. From the way it was spiked and furrowed, Kait could tell he’d done so quite a few times this morning.
“You found somebody?” she gasped. “Who was it?”
“Found somebody?” Gray frowned. “Who would I have found?”
“In the restaurant—you found who was there with me?”
Landon took in Gray’s confused face and surmised that the siblings were talking about two very different things. “Let’s talk about this inside.”
Inside, Gray said,
