“I…” He shakes his head, and when he meets my gaze, his eyes are molten and wondrous. “These are incredibly beautiful.”
I breathe, looking from his face to the picture frames. They’re both small desk-size frames, and the photos they contain are black and white. The first one a very sensual shot of me lying on a chaise lounge, a sheet arranged over my body in such a way that it’s clear that I’m wearing nothing underneath. The other one is more conservative. I’m fully dressed, but it’s still a sexy pose.
“When you’d said you’d spent all that time looking at my pictures from the beach, I just thought… I wanted to…”
He stops me. “They’re perfect. I could look at them all day.”
I grin. “Which one in particular?”
“Both of them,” He gives me a teasing smile. “Though…” His eyes go back to the first picture. “You have a dirty mind, don’t you.”
I chuckle, watching as he reluctantly tears his eyes from the frames and sets them down beside him. He pulls me into his arms. “I love your dirty mind,” he says.
“And I love your dirty mouth, your dirty hands...” I dig my fingers into his silky hair, loving the feel of the lush strands.
He suddenly pulls back to look in my face. “Who took these?”
> I raise a brow. “Does it matter?”
He chuckles. “My jealousy is so obvious, is it?”
“It’s a little charming actually,” I say with a shrug. “It was Chadwick Black. He’s a photographer we work with at Gilt, and, before you ask, both his photographer’s assistant and his PA were there throughout the shoot. Okay?”
“Okay.” Landon laughs, then he rises suddenly, with me still in his arms. I place my arms around his neck for leverage while he carries me up the stairs to his bedroom. He sets me down on the bed and leans over me, reaching for the buttons on my top. “I’ve been thinking about undressing you all day.”
I giggle. “I hope you managed to get some work done. Those hotels won’t run themselves.”
He smiles, pulling the top apart to expose my bra. “I tried.”
I help him shrug it off my shoulders before reaching for his shirt and getting rid of that too. I run my fingers over his chest, trailing over the hard muscles. “How did you get to be so perfect?”
He smirks. “I was born this way?”
“You need to learn some humility,” I say, pushing him back on the bed. He lays there, his head resting on his hands while I undo his fly. “Do you remember that first night?” I’m smiling. “Take off your clothes,” I murmur, mimicking his voice, “all your clothes.”
“Is that supposed to be me?” Landon laughs. “I don’t sound like that.” He raises his hips to help me pull down his pants. “I was trying my best to keep it cool that night. I wanted to devour you.”
“You were hot,” I confess.
He winks. “I know.”
I toss his pants aside, then stretch out on top of him, my face on level with his. “I’m not going to make love to you if you keep talking like you’re so smooth and perfect.”
His hand caresses my back. “What if I beg?”
“I might reconsider.”
He lifts his head and covers my mouth with his, slowly licking at the seam of my lips. I kiss him back, enjoying the feel of his lips, the taste of his mouth, his tongue, mating with mine. He rolls, still holding me, so that I’m beneath him, and releasing my lips, he undoes my skirt and pulls it down, tossing it in the direction I threw his discarded pants. He trails his hand up my thigh, playing with the lace edge of my panties before moving up to draw a line up the strap of my bra.
I raise my upper body off the bed to allow him to undo the undergarment, then lift my arms so he can pull it off me. He tosses it, and his eyes settle on my breasts. I love the way he looks at me, as if I’m the most beautiful person he has ever seen. It makes me feel more beautiful and loved than I ever thought it was possible to feel. He palms one of my breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple, his eyes fixed on the pink bud as it hardens and peaks, the look of rapt attention on his face feeding every feeling of vanity inside me.
I raise myself from the bed, pushing him gently, so he falls on his back. “I want you like this,” I whisper, reaching for his briefs and pulling them down his legs. I reach for him, feeling the warm, velvety hardness of his cock in my hands. He moans when I stroke him, a low sound from deep in his throat. Giving him a small smile, I lower my head to lick the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it and luxuriating in his guttural moans of pleasure.
I pull him deep into my mouth and his eyes close, his fingers flexing on the bed. I suck him hard, loving the effect I have on him, the reactions my touch evokes. His hips flex and one hand reaches for my hair, his fingers smoothing the strands as he whispers encouragements.
“Just like that, baby,”
“Right there, Rachel.”