One Kiss More (25 page)

“You ordered quite a spread,” he said with a laugh. “I had no idea that room service delivered . . .”

The words died on Landon’s tongue as he turned to face her. Emma’s heart jumped up into her throat as every ounce of blood in her body rushed to her head. What was he thinking? His jaw went slack and his eyes widened a fraction of an inch. She’d never felt so exposed. And though she wasn’t completely naked, she might as well be. Her heart was bare as she offered herself to Landon, and what happened from here on out was entirely up to him.

“Jesus Christ, Emma,” he breathed as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

She folded her arms across her chest to shield her body, suddenly self-conscious. So much for the Hail Mary. Her fourth-down drive had ended in an epic failure. She was done.
So done
. She couldn’t keep getting to this point with Landon only for him to put her at arm’s length. Spinning on a heel, Emma couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough. She was locking herself in and not coming out until Landon was nowhere to be found.

“Where are you going?”

Landon’s hand gripped her wrist as he hauled her against his chest. His bright blue eyes shone with a heat that weakened her knees and quickened her breath. “To go put some clothes on?”

She hadn’t meant it as a question, but she couldn’t help the way her voice squeaked at the end. How sexy was she?
Ugh
. Landon’s lips spread into a wicked grin and her stomach did a backflip. Words couldn’t even begin to describe how that smile affected her. “No, you’re not.” His voice was a sensual growl that caused a warm rush between Emma’s thighs. He could make her wet with nothing more than his voice. “In fact,” he reached behind her to unfasten the clasp on her bra, “you’re not nearly bare enough for what I want to do to you.”

“Oh.” The word left Emma’s lips in an almost silent whisper as Landon eased the straps down her arms and removed her bra.

“I know I’ve been a crazy, fucking asshole for the past few days, but ever since that night on the roof”—he leaned down and placed a kiss at the swell of one breast—“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

Emma arched into his touch, a sigh slipping from between her lips. “Landon . . .” The words she wanted to say wouldn’t budge. That she’d wanted him for so long. Thought about him for years. That she beat herself up for wanting the man who’d arrested her dad. That she blamed him for the loneliness she’d felt over the past six years and yet she wanted him still. Needed him. The past week had been like a dream come true despite the nightmare she’d drawn everyone into.

She gasped as he took one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked. Emma gripped onto his shoulders, bending back in his arms as he suckled her. His mouth was a brand on her skin, the sensation throbbing low between her thighs. When he pulled away to look at her, the cool air puckered her nipples even tighter. He took a few steps backward and eased down onto the armchair, pulling Emma down on top of him. She straddled his waist, the hard length of his erection brushing against her core through her underwear, and she kissed him, rocking her hips in a gentle rhythm.

Landon bucked his hips in the air, shoving his jeans down his thighs as he shimmied them off completely. There was something about his
almost
bare state that Emma found incredibly erotic. A couple of scraps of cotton fabric were all that kept their bodies from joining and it was a sweet torture she enjoyed.

“I could kiss you for hours,” Landon said against her mouth. “Just sit here and taste you for days.” His tongue darted out at the seam of her lips and Emma opened to him, kissing him deeply. She slanted her mouth across his and he cupped the back of her neck, holding her tight as he ground his hips hard against her core. A pleasant jolt shot through Emma’s body and she moaned into his mouth as she rubbed her palms over the sculpted marble bulge of his pecs. How many times had she fantasized about making out with Landon McCabe? And
O-M-G,
round three only confirmed that the real thing was
way
better than any of her girlish imaginings.

Touchdown!

His words warmed her heart, but his wandering hands did wicked things to her body that overheated Emma to the point of combustion. His fingers glided over her skin, down her shoulders and arms, across her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Emma trembled as his fingertips feathered over her nipples, a pleasant tingle that resonated deep inside of her and made her already aching clit throb with the need for release. Landon took his time with her. He kissed her the way that some people ate a decadent dessert, as though reveling in every spoonful.

If Landon were a dessert, he’d be a flourless chocolate cake: rich, indulgent, and sinful, with a hint of bite to the sweetness.
So good
.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hard before standing up straight, giving Emma no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. With a quick spin, he deposited her in the chair, scooting her ass to the edge as he went down to his knees before her. Their eyes met and Emma’s breath caught at the intensity of his crystalline blue gaze.

He didn’t look away, kept his eyes locked on hers as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down over her thighs. Landon dragged the garment slowly down, past her knees, then her calves and Emma lifted her feet so he could remove them completely. Chills chased across Emma’s skin as he dragged his palms up the insides of her thighs. He eased her legs apart and his eyes dipped down to her sex and stayed there as he hissed in a breath.

Anticipation coiled into a tight knot deep in Emma’s stomach. The moment stretched out as Landon simply looked at her. “Beautiful,” he murmured under his breath before reaching out to pet her. Emma whimpered as the pad of his finger swept over her clit, already swollen and so sensitive to his touch.

Landon came up on his knees and kissed her, a slow, soft kiss that made Emma’s toes curl. “You feel so good.” He worked his fingers over her slick flesh and let out a deep, contented sigh. “I can’t wait to see if you taste as good.”

Emma’s brain went blank. The thought of having Landon’s mouth on her in that way, licking and tasting her, short-circuited her thought process until all that was left in her mind was a pleasant buzz. Who needed a beer to relax when she had Landon McCabe whispering naughty things in her ear? She might melt right into the upholstery if he said one more thing.

“Oh, God, Landon. Do it.” It might have been brazen, but Emma couldn’t be bothered with whether or not she sounded a little too desperate and wanton. If that’s what it took to spur him into action, she’d say any dirty thing he wanted her to. “Put your mouth on me.”

Landon knelt before Emma as though in prayer to some sacred deity. And make no mistake, she was every bit a goddess laid out in front of him, her thighs spread and inviting, her glistening pussy begging for his touch. He could worship her for days, until he was too weak to move and dehydrated to a mound of dust. Landon could think of worse ways to go. Who needed food or water, anyway? As long as he had Emma, he didn’t need anything else.

Sure, but you don’t really
have
her. She’s isn’t yours
.

Landon pushed the annoying voice of insecurity to the back of his mind. He’d take whatever he could get at this point. Even if it was only for tonight.

Emma’s lips curved into a soft smile that went straight through his chest like an armor-piercing round. Would it be creepy to admit that he wanted to stare at her for a while, devour every inch of her flawless, oiled-bronze skin with his eyes? He let his gaze wander, down the slim column of her throat, over the swell of her high, pert breasts and the erect dusky nipples he ached to reach out and touch. His gaze ventured lower and he took in Emma’s slim waist, which flared out at the delicious curve of her hips, over her thighs and dipped once again to her sex, dripping with her arousal. Sweet Jesus, she was perfection.

Emma’s brow furrowed and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth as though unsure. She sat a little straighter in the chair and said, “It’s okay, Landon. You don’t have to . . .”

Fucking hell. He’d sat there too long, staring like some stupid kid who’d never seen a naked woman before, and now she thought he wasn’t into her. How could she not understand the effect she had on him?

“Emma.” Landon shook his head and gave her a rueful grin as he once again positioned her on the edge of the chair. He guided one leg up and kissed her calf, the inside of her knee, her thigh. “You have no idea how badly I want to.” His eyes never left hers as he kissed his way to the juncture between her legs. “I wanted to see you first, take in every inch of your body and enjoy the sight of it.”

“Oh.”

The husky tenor of that one word made Landon’s balls draw up tight. Her brown eyes shimmered, her lids heavy as he ran his palms up her thighs and urged her to open for him once again. He dipped his head to that sweet spot he’d been dying to taste and flicked out with his tongue over her stiff and swollen bud.

“Oh my
God
.”

Emma’s breathy gasp on the heels of her passion-infused words pinged around inside Landon’s head, and all logical thought took a temporary leave of absence. He buried his face between her legs, lapping at her, sucking as a rush of adrenaline so intense it made him dizzy coursed through his veins.

Emma was the high Landon had been searching for his entire life.

What started out as a gasp transformed into a desperate whimper as Landon dragged the flat of his tongue against her soft flesh. He drew her swollen bud into his mouth and sucked. Emma’s back arched off the chair, and she dug her nails into the armrests as she thrust her hips, pressing against Landon’s mouth. He’d said he could kiss her all night, but he’d rather his mouth was buried between her thighs.

“
Uhng
. . .” Emma’s low, desperate moan spurred Landon on. Her scent, the evidence of her arousal sweet on his tongue, drove him wild. With one hand, he cupped her ass, tilting her up toward his mouth, and with his other, he eased one finger, and then another inside of her.

Emma lunged forward as he worked his fingers inside of her tight channel, his tongue swirling over her clit. She cried out as her hands dove into his hair, fisting the short strands as she held him tight against her. Landon had her on the edge; it wouldn’t take much to send her over completely. His cock throbbed, jutting out from between his legs, so hard he felt the slightest bit of discomfort.

Damn, this was without a doubt the best adrenaline high of his life.

In an impulsive rush, Landon propelled himself to stand, pulling Emma up with him. Her surprised
yip
brought a smile to his face, and he spun them around until he was sitting in the chair again and she was standing before him gloriously naked.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Emma.”

She smiled, an expression so open and radiant that it stole Landon’s breath. Her gaze slid down the length of his body and settled at his cock, barely restrained by his underwear, where it remained for a few moments before she looked up at his face. “I’m sort of at a disadvantage here, don’t you think?”

Good God, her voice, so husky and thick with passion, caused his gut to clench tight with lust. He answered her with a smile of his own and kept his gaze locked on hers. He eased off his boxer briefs in a clumsy tangle of fabric, kicking them to the far side of the room. Emma laughed, and the sound rippled over Landon’s skin like cool lake water on a too-hot day.

She was every bit the seductress when she said, “That’s better. Impressive, Deputy.”

Her hungry expression sparked afire in Landon’s blood, and he reached out, capturing her hand in his. He pulled her to him and she climbed up on his lap, once again straddling his hips. Emma went up high on her knees and bent at the neck to kiss him. Landon had to tilt his head up to meet her, and the damp curling tendrils of her hair formed a dark, fragrant curtain around them. Her lips caressed his, slowly, deliberately. Almost a tease. The contact merely a ghost of what Landon wanted. “Kiss me like you mean it, Emma.”

“Oh, I am,” she whispered. “I can taste myself on your lips, Landon. You made me feel so good.”

A few years back, Landon’s chute had failed to open properly during a routine skydive. His brain had gone completely blank before it rebooted and he’d had the good sense to throw his backup. Right now, hearing those heated words from Emma, he was totally in reboot mode.

“Jesus Christ, you’re going to make me come if you keep talking like that.” Her soft, low laughter threw yet another wrench in the cogs of his thought process. Emma exuded raw, natural sensuality without even trying. The woman was made to love and be loved. And Landon was going to love the shit out of her tonight. He kissed her once, slow. “You taste so sweet. Next time, I want you to come with my mouth on you.”

“Next time?” Emma raised a brow and slid down a couple of inches, just enough to brush her slick heat against the engorged head of his cock. Landon let out a tortured groan. “We’re not even finished with this time and you’re already making plans for next time?”