“You don’t mean that,” he cautions.
“Don’t I?” I force a breathless laugh. “Maybe you think you’re the only one who’s allowed to be an ass.”
He releases me, his fingers pulling out of me as he lets my dress fall back to the ground. I sway slightly, unable to balance on my feet, and my hand reaches out to steady myself on the back of the sofa. My body is pulsing, inches away from coming, my exposed breasts aching with each heavy breath I take.
His face is tight with control, and I can see the hard ridge of his erection in his pants, but he makes no move towards me. He’s really going to leave me like this.
Furiously, I reach behind me and pull down the zipper of my dress all the way, tearing it off, and bundling it a huge ball before I throw it at Landon’s face. “Fuck you.” I hurl the words at him.
He advances towards me, his movement lightning quick. One moment he’s standing in front of me, the next, I’m bent over the back of the sofa. “I already said I was going to,” his whisper is rough against my ear.
I hear the sound of his buckle, and the ripping of fabric as he tears off my panties. The next moment he’s probing my wet sex with his cock, giving me no warning before he plunges deep inside me.
There’s no gentleness in what he’s doing, and it’s exactly what I need. He fucks me hard, pulling my arms up and pinning my wrists together. With each thrust, my nipples rub roughly on the leather of the sofa. I feel helpless, boneless, as if nothing matters but his cock inside me, stretching me, stroking me, setting me on hot, sweet fire.
He bends over me, reaching for my hair, and turning my head to the side.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do as he says, crying out with each hard thrust. His face is drawn into an expression of stark arousal. “I want you to be sure who’s fucking you right now,” he says, his voice rough as he pumps hard into me.
My eyes glaze and I let out a long moan. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
He releases my hair and squeezes one of my breasts. “You like it, don’t you?”
My hips are shaking. “I love it,” I moan, close to coming.
“Fuck! Rachel,” he groans loudly, growing harder inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The helpless arousal in his voice sends me over the edge. I cry out, my legs giving way as I come. He continues to pound into me, his hand tightening on my breast, and a deep growl tearing from his lips as he explodes inside me.
He buries his face in my hair. “Rachel.” He says my name as if it’s a prayer. “God, Rachel. You have no idea how you make me feel. No idea how crazy you make me.”
My brain is foggy, unable to focus, but his words penetrate my clouded mind. How I make him feel?
He pulls me up, gathering me into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I lost my head for a moment. But thinking about you with him, remembering you two having that cozy moment at the lounge the day I returned from New York… It makes me feel…” he searches for the right word.
I remember what I’d felt earlier, when he was talking with Davina Bledsoe, and I turn my face to look up at him. “Jealous? Possessive?”
He chuckles. “Crazy. Enraged?”
I sigh, confusion and sadness taking over me. He hurt me by dismissing me when I asked about his dreams, and he hurt me again by throwing Jack in my face. I had hurt him too, by taunting him with Jack. But we shouldn’t have been able to hurt each other. The whole idea of our arrangement had been the sex.
I take a shuddering breath. “Landon,” I start softly, “You weren’t… We weren’t supposed to feel anything at all.”
“No,” he agrees quietly. “We weren’t.”
He’s still holding me, and in the warmth of his arms, I start to wonder what kind of chance we have after tonight. I was the one who insisted that our arrangement would only last for a week. But he’d agreed. Which had to mean that it was what he wanted too. Or did it?
I pull back from his arms. I’m naked, with only my bra hanging somewhere around my middle. He unhooks it, dropping it to the ground. It’s so clear in my mind that I don’t want this to be the end. I want to tell him that I want us to keep seeing each other. But I’m afraid. The last time I opened up to a guy emotionally, he threw my feelings back in my face.
Looking up at Landon, I know that if he ever rejects me, I won’t be able to bear it.
I link my arms around his neck. If this is going to be our final night together, then I want to make the most of it. Pulling his face towards mine, I start to kiss him. His hands tighten on my back, his fingers flexing as he pull
s me flush against him.
He lifts me off my feet, still kissing me as he carries me into my room, where he makes short work of his remaining clothes.