“Well, I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’ll take that any day.”
His eyes wandered down to my breasts.
Cocking my brow, I asked, “You see something you like?”
“Do your tits always hang out like that when you dance for people?”
“This particular bra is smaller than the others. It’s really the most revealing one.”
“Is it too much to ask you not to wear it anymore…except around me?”
“Possessive much?” I teased.
“You don’t like that?”
“I do, actually.”
“Good. Because I am a possessive motherfucker when it comes to you.”
“Technically, this outfit’s yours to keep anyway. It won’t see the light of day anymore.”
“It’s mine, huh?” He said it in the way that made me wonder if he was talking about the clothing or me. Regardless of what the question was, the answer was the same.
“Yes, it’s yours.”
“Good, because I don’t want to share with anyone.” He stared down at my cleavage. “They’re beautiful, Rana. Maybe you don’t want me admiring you like this, but holy hell...your body is sick.”
Landon had a way of making me want to bare everything to him. It was because I knew that even though he was worshipping me with his eyes right now, he truly wanted all of me. He saw more than just the physical and because of that, for the first time in my life, I felt safe and comfortable enough in my own skin to assert myself in a sexual way. Because I knew he didn’t want to hurt me.
As he continued to marvel at my breasts, I asked, “You want to see them?” My own brazenness surprised me.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Are you gonna show them to me?”
“If you want to see them.”
He jokingly checked his pulse. “Last check, I’m still alive. So, fuck yes, I do.”
My heartbeat accelerated as I pushed the bra slowly down, exposing my breasts. Arousal had made my nipples hard as steel.
Landon’s gaze stayed fixed on them until he said, “They’re perfect.”
Feeling a bit vulnerable with my tits hanging out, I tried to make light of the situation. “Yeah, well, they cost enough.”
“I would’ve loved them before, too.”
“I don’t even know why I did it. They weren’t even that small.”
He finally looked me in the eyes again. “I remember. You had them when I knew you. It was like the one girly thing about Rana Banana.”
“You used to check out my boobs back then?”
“I was thirteen. And you were just developing and pretty much the only girl I hung out with at the time. So, yeah, I did.”
That made me smile. “I never knew you noticed me that way.”
“Well, it wasn’t the same as it is now, but I did.”
When his gaze returned to my breasts, I said what I was thinking. “Do you want to touch them?”
Landon bit his bottom lip in frustration. “I said I wasn’t gonna touch you.”
I felt stupid for being the aggressor. “Okay,” I said, lifting the bra back up over myself.
He stopped me, gritting his teeth then laughed a little. “Wait. I need to touch them.”
“Okay.” I lowered it back down again.
Landon placed both of his large hands over my boobs and began to massage them gently. Growing wetter by the second, I closed my eyes and let myself fully experience the amazing feel of his hands on my skin. A gasp of desperation escaped me.
I opened my eyes suddenly when I felt his hot mouth replace the hand on my left breast. He was losing control as he began to devour my nipples, giving into his need. He alternated between gentle bites and hard sucks. The sensation of the metal ball on his tongue flicking against my tender skin was almost too much to handle. Glancing down, I could see his erection bursting through his jeans and had to refrain from rubbing it with my palm.
The sucking intensified. If it was possible to make love with only your mouth, that was what this felt like. Soaking wet between my legs, I was desperate to feel that mouth on other parts of me, the feel of his tongue ring gliding over every inch of my body. And as much as it terrified me, I was desperate to feel him inside of me.
How could I tell him that I wanted more without sounding like a whore? It had been so many years for me that I couldn’t even remember what it was like. I was ready—so long as he was the one to break me in again.
But he’d mentioned that we needed to wait, and I knew that was truly best.
Landon began to slow the pace of his tongue swirling around my nipple. His eyes were closed as he continued to devour me.
“You taste so fucking good.” He muttered over my skin, “I’ve never been turned on like this…losing my willpower fast.”