He gives me a look, then smiles. “First, I want you to stay right where you are,” he says.
“Done,” I laugh. My thighs are hovering over his hips, and I can feel his erection, hard and unyielding, already pressing into me, I grind a little and he sighs.
“The drive’s not long enough for what I want to do to you.”
“I know,” I reply, grinding again. “I’m just teasing you.”
Landon chuckles then his hands flatten over my ribs, slowly finding their way up to cup my breasts. I lean forward and cover his lips with mine, running my tongue over his lower lip before sliding it inside his mouth. He kisses me back, taking possession of the kiss, as well as my senses, and soon I’m moaning and grinding against him, wanting so much more.
I groan when his hand slides under the dress, finding the damp crotch of my panties, and palming me through the whispery-soft material. My back arches and my body presses into his touch, wanting more. His breath is warm and ragged against my face as he hooks a finger into the elastic and pushes the barrier aside. The next moment his fingers are slipping through my folds, teasing my clit in a slick massage, before finding their way inside me.
The limo comes to a stop just as I draw my teeth over his earlobe, rolling my hips and encouraging him to plunge his fingers deeper. I look outside and we’re in the parking lot of the Swanson Court. I hear the driver’s door open and realize that Joe will come around to open the door any moment, frustrated, I slide off Landon, smoothing my dress just in time.
The door opens, and Landon takes my hand as soon as we’re out of the car, which is just as well because my feet are unsteady. In the elevator, he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he teases me with a smile, raising his fingers to his lips to lick the tips.
“Oh God!” I moan, the gesture causing my lower belly muscles to clench sweetly.
“What,” he asks innocently.
“Stop driving me crazy.”
He comes to stand right in front of me, his body pressed against mine so I can feel his erection, hard against my belly. “Never.”
The doors slide open and I shriek when he lifts me into his arms. He doesn’t drop me until we’re upstairs in the bedroom. He lays me gently on the bed, before straightening to take off his jacket. I notice the bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket beside a covered dish.
“We’re celebrating?” I ask.
“Yes,” Landon picks up a remote to dim the lights and turn on music from the hidden speakers. The soft, rolling sounds of vintage jazz flow into the room.
“Aidan’s success?”
“And you, and me?”
He comes back to the bedside and pops the champagne, pouring out two glasses. He joins me on the bed and touches his glass to mine. “To you and me, to us.”
“Us,” I repeat.
He lifts his glass to his lips, then I do the same, feeling the bubbly tickle my upper lip. The teasing that began in the car continues while we eat, and somehow, Landon undresses me and feeds me caviar at the same time. It’s sexy, decadent, and arousing as hell.
By the time we’re both full of food and champagne, we’re also naked. He nudges me back on the bed, kissing me long and hard, until I want so much more, then he leans over me to retrieve something from the drawer in the nightstand.
I crane my head and see him place a black velvety box on the bed. “What’s that?”
“Shhh.” He opens the box, then comes back to kiss me again, taking both my hands and stretching them over my head. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he instructs. “Close your eyes.”
I obey and feel the flutter of silk as he binds my wrists, each one to one of the bedposts, then I feel him get off the bed, and a second later, he’s binding my legs.
Excitement unfurls in my stomach. “Can I open my eyes now?”
The bed dips as he joins me again, “Yes.”
My eyes flutter open. Landon is kneeling between my legs, his cock hard and ready. A sound escapes me, like a moan. I want him so much.
“How do you feel?” he asks.