He did. He had two in his wallet, and he reached back and pulled the wallet free, then managed to find one, all the while making a mental note to buy a jumbo-size box the next time he was at the grocery store.

"Put it on," she said.

"I'm still dressed."

"I know. I like this. I didn't think I would, but I do."

He tilted his head. "What?"

"It being uneven. You seeing me, but me not seeing you. Being naked for you. Open for you." For a moment, uncertainty flashed on her face. "You do like it?"

"Dear God, yes. But Taylor..." He almost forced himself to shut up. To let this keep going and talk later. But he had to be smart with her. With Taylor, he didn't want to screw anything up, and he was too goddamn old for her. And he sure wasn't looking for a relationship. But he wanted her. Oh, damn, how he wanted her.

She shook her head, then pressed a finger to his lips. "Whatever you're going to say, don't. We both want this. And right now, I don't care about tomorrow. Tonight, all I want is you."

* * *

She meant every word she said. She wanted him. Landon. She wanted his hands on her, his cock inside her. She wanted his kisses and his soft words.

Right then, she craved him like a drug, and when she held the velvet steel of his cock and positioned the head at her core--when she lowered herself onto him and felt him fill her--well, that's when she knew that she'd discovered what heaven felt like.

Honestly, it felt like Landon.

He did things to her. Incredible things.

Empowering things.

God knew she'd been bolder with him than any other man she'd ever been with, and it had felt incredible to strip for him. To order him to touch himself. To ride him now when he was fully clothed.

"You make me wild," she said.

"Baby, it's mutual. And you make me too damn hot. I need you to ride me hard. I'm so close. So damn close. Come with me."

"Touch me. Take me with you."

His groan was low and passion-filled, and he did as she asked, his fingers finder her clit and stroking her as she clutched his shoulders and rode him hard, impaling him so deep inside her that with each thrust she was teasing her G-spot as he teased her clit, and the sensations swirled through her, building and growing until she couldn't take it anymore.

The prickles of electricity started in the thighs, then seemed to converge on her sex, faster and hotter, until she exploded, her core convulsing, milking him, taking him over with her, his low groan of release so incredibly hot that the sound of his passion alone almost made her come all over again.

When they were both spent, they spooned together on the sofa, his chest to her back so his lips brushed her shoulder and one hand gently teased her sex. "Careful, or you'll find yourself naked this time, and in my bed."

"I can live with that," he said, then sat up. He pulled her up, too, then kissed her. "Where's your phone?"

"Oooh, what sexy pillow talk."

He lifted a brow, and she hurried to pass him her phone from the coffee table.

He pulled out his, too, then fiddled a bit.

"What are you doing?"

"A present," he said, then passed it back, a tracking app now open on the screen. "Now we can find each other."

"Yeah?" She smiled, warmed that he'd thought of something so simple. "But in case you were wondering, I don't want to have to go looking. I want you to stay right at my side."

He held her eyes for a full beat, and she started to worry that she'd said too much. Then he smiled, slow and sexy. "Baby," he said, "that's exactly what I want, too."

Chapter Nine

Tags: J. Kenner Man of the Month Romance
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