Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
When we enter my room, it’s dark, so I flip on one of my lights. I might only have tonight with Landon, so I’m going to make sure I get to watch every moment we spend together.
He drops me on the center of the bed, but then stills. His gaze darts around my space, and then his eyes meet mine. His straight white teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and I wonder if maybe he’s changed his mind. My heart drops at the thought.
“Landon, what’s wrong?” I ask, lifting slightly and framing his face with my palms. “Talk to me.”
“I kind of wish we were at my place,” he says softly. “I know it’s irrational as fuck, but I hate knowing you’ve been here, in this room, in this fucking bed with another man.”
His eyes close, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. “It should’ve been us, Harp,” he says softly, cracking my heart wide-open.
“I’ve never been in this bed or this room with anyone,” I admit. His head pops up, a look of surprise in his eyes. “I got the house in the divorce and sold it. It was too big and I couldn’t afford it. When I moved in here, I bought new furniture, including a new bed. A fresh start.”
Landon’s eyes hood over with lust. “I need to be in you right now,” he growls. “Are you on birth control?”
I’m not even done nodding before he’s sliding home inside of me. Filling me completely. Our bodies are connected in the most intimate way, and if it were up to me, we would stay like this for the rest of our lives.
As Landon thrusts in and out of me, I hold him close, my fingers threading through his messy hair. His arms are caging me in on either side of my head, and it feels as though we’re one—one body, one heart, one soul. Connected.
He trails kisses all over my face and along my throat, and then his lips descend on mine, our tongues hungrily meeting. I writhe against him as my climax builds. My back arches slightly and my hips meet him thrust for thrust. It’s never felt like this before. Even when we were younger. We were fumbling teenagers, learning what our bodies were capable of. It was young love and lust. We didn’t know what we were doing. We were just letting our hearts and hormones guide us.
As waves of pleasure roll through me, I call out Landon’s name, thinking about how different it feels now. The way our bodies are reconnecting. Our hearts beating in sync. We’ve both lived and experienced different lives, but here we are, years later, back in each other’s arms, as if no time has even passed.
Landon stills and looks into my eyes for a brief moment before he leans down and licks my cheek. I’m confused as to what he’s doing, until I feel the liquid emotion leaking from my lids.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he murmurs. Pulling out of me, he rolls to his side and pulls me with him. “What’s the matter?”
“These aren’t sad tears,” I admit, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I’m just… I’m just really happy right now.” I choke out a laugh that’s mixed with a sob, and Landon laughs. I love the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs.
“Good,” he says, just as my stomach grumbles. His lips curve into a slight frown. “I need to feed you.”
“I’m okay,” I tell him, even though I really am starving.
“Do you forget that I know you?” Landon questions, lifting me off him so he can stand. “You can outeat most grown men.”
“You make me sound like a heifer.” I huff, half in annoyance and half-jokingly.
Landon chuckles. “I happen to like my woman with a hearty appetite and meat on her body.” He heads to my bathroom and I follow so I can clean up.
“Really? Is that why you’re always seen with those super skinny models and actresses?” I regret my accusation the second it leaves my mouth, but it’s too late now to take it back.
Landon stops in the middle of the bathroom and cups my cheek. “None of those women were my woman. They were dates, escorts so to speak,” he says, his tone serious. “None of them meant anything to me.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat.
“Only you did,” he says softly. “Only you do.”
Seventeen
Landon
Being with Harper surpassed any and all expectations, dreams, or fantasies I’ve had over the years. The moment our eyes locked at the restaurant, it was as if only the two of us were in the room. And when we got back to her place, while our bodies were tangled up in one another, it was as if time stood still for us. But the moment it ended, I knew the world consisting of only the two of us was an illusion. And to support that it was just an illusion is the picture sitting on her dresser of her family.