Page 12 of Leaving Lando

Ordinary Ends

I’mdeep in a sexy dream about Lando where I’m under him, my legs around his waist while he drives into me, when suddenly his big, warm body has shifted to a different position, and he’s just holding me.

My eyelids flutter open. I’m on my side, my back moulded to Lando’s front. “Time is it?” I mumble.

“It’s late,” he says quietly. “Go back to sleep.”

Obeying him should be impossible. We’re finally in the same bed, snuggled close. By rights, I should be jumping him, all systems go.

But he’s tired; I can hear it in his voice. And something about his body, the way he’s holding me, must be communicating a lack of sexy intentions. Must be, because my eyes drift shut and I fall asleep again.

* * *

He’s still wrappedaround me when the alarm on my phone goes off. I reach for it quickly, hoping to silence it before he wakes, but he stirs behind me. “Sorry,” I murmur.

“S’all right.” His lips graze the sensitive spot behind my ear, and suddenly I’m wide awake and fully aware of his solid muscle against my skin, his heat, the morning wood nestled in the cleft of my ass. It’s the perfect moment to finally have our romp between the sheets.

Except that I have to go to work. If it were just me, I could fudge the schedule, get a late start. But I can’t leave my sisters hanging, doing my share of the work.

Responsible adulthood really sucks sometimes.

Still, I can’t quite bring myself to move and spoil the moment. His hand is curled around my breast; I cover it with mine and allow myself a few precious seconds to savor us being at least a little bit skin to skin.

When I force myself to disengage, Lando rolls me onto my back before I can climb out of bed. His mouth finds mine in the dark for a slow, thorough kiss, no less devastating for its gentleness. By the time he lifts his head, my panties are drenched and regret lies heavy on my chest.

I cup his face. “You gotta go to work,” he says.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll make coffee while you shower.”

This guy. He can’t have had more than a couple hours’ sleep. “It’s okay; we have coffee at the bakery.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Go back to sleep; I’ll catch you later.”

There’s a pause before he says, “How were you planning on getting to work?”

“Oh. Right.” I feel my face get hot and am thankful for the darkness. “Don’t mind me; I never have any functioning brain cells when I first wake up.”

“So coffee would be good, then.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Thanks.”

He kisses me again, lightly, then rolls away and snaps on a light. When he slides from under the covers, he’s gloriously naked. My eyes drink in his spectacular backside as he pads from the room.

Only when he’s out of sight do I force myself to roll out of bed. Moving quickly, I check his dresser. The second drawer down yields boxer briefs, and I smile as I slip a pair out.

It’s a poor substitute for having Lando against me, but I’ll take it. Remembering I’m wearing these will give me a little boost all day. Closing the drawer again, I hurry into his bathroom.

* * *

In the kitchen,he hands me a mug of coffee and a piece of toast slathered with peanut butter. “Protein,” he says. “Good for your brain.”

“And so delicious.” I take a bite and savor it. “Maybe I’ll make peanut butter chocolate bars today.”

“Can’t beat sweet.” His eyes are warm with humor and flirtation. The look in them tugs at me, low in my belly, like a physical touch.

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