Page 29 of My Silver Fox Savior

My blood turns to ice. I stand up, causing her to flinch, which is the last thing I want. Yet, the savage part of me notes that it causes her tits to bounce just like they will when I slip inside of her, make her shiver in lust, and pound her hard and all night long.

“He shouldn’t be speaking about that,” I snarl. “Carter likes to blame me for things I had no part in.”

She licks her lips as she stares up at me. It’s like she’s trying to psyche herself up. “Why? What happened?”

“I can’t speak about it,” I snap.

“Why, it’ll break confidentiality?”

“Is that what he told you?” I grunt. “There’s no confidentiality to break. Maybe he didn’t want to tell you the big, bad story of the evil bastard named Landon Cross.”

“You’re not evil,” she says.

I step closer. Damn. That was a mistake. She gasps, but she doesn’t take a step back. Her tits are pressed up against me in the most mouthwatering way possible, squeezed to highlight how plump they are. She purses her lips and looks up at me. It’s like shefinallyknows the effect she’s having.

“How do you know that?” I snap. “You don’t truly know me, just the Good Samaritan.”You don’t know that I’m going to die.“Maybe I’m not the person you think I am—the person you wish I were.”

“I haven’t said I wish you were anything,” she whispers.

I lean down a hairsbreadth away. I can taste her lips already, somehow. It’s like, just by looking at me, I can feel the lust insideher. Or maybe it’s that flush creeping across her silky smooth skin. Fuck, I’m leaking so much precome. I’m rock-solid and suddenly feeling dizzy. Nothing, nobody else matters. What am I going to do? Worry about the rest of my life?

She stares into my eyes as I move forward. I grab her legs, making her gasp again, each one even sexier than the last, my dick pushing against the inside of my pants. She feels so thick, so perfect, big handfuls of curviness to sink my touch into.

“You don’t want to know about the apple tree,” I tell her. “You don’t need to know anything except that I can keep you and your mom safe, Lily.”

“You always kept us safe,” she whispers.

“This isn’t about then …” I lean even closer, slight movements, giving her enough time to back out. Maybe I’m giving myself the chance to rethink this, too. “It’s aboutnow.”

Nowis the only thing that matters to me. It’s taken having feelings for Lily to understand that, being this close to her. In my life before the diagnosis, I only ever planned for the future, never stopping to remind myself that I’d someday have to live in it.

“Oh my God,” she whispers right before the kiss.

I push heavily against her the moment I taste her lips. It’s like she makes me drunk straightaway. She leans against me with the same pressure, breathing quick, muffled breaths as if she can barely contain herself. I feel the same.

That’s why I grab thick, greedy handfuls of her hips and gently spin her around, then lay her on the pullout mattress. She groans and tugs on my shirt, pulling me down on top of her. Shefeels hot,burning up, and I know her slit is going to feel the same. I can sense how hungry she is for it, forus.

I slide one hand up her belly, under her shirt, finding her braless breast and gliding my thumb over her nipple. She moans, breaking off the kiss without meaning to. When her teeth accidentally bump mine, she begins to speak.

“Don’t even think about apologizing,” I snarl, massaging her tit with more attention. With my other hand, I slide up her leg toward her pussy. With each inch, I can feel how hot she is, how needy. It adds flames to the fire of my desire.

My balls ache as I tug on her shorts.

“Landon,” she whispers.

I look into her eyes and wait for her to go on. “What is it?” I ask, my voice low, gruff. I don’t mean for it to be, but it’s like there’s a goddamn demon in me. The end is so damn close—the end of everything—making me realize how much I’ve wasted.

I’m not going to waste this moment. I won’t waste the connection with Lily. It feels so right.

“Nothing,” she says.

“Are you sure?”

“I can tell you after.”

The wordaftergets me going. Becauseaftermeans we’re going to do something first. More precome bursts hotly out of my end, my briefs sticky with the lust pouring out of me. She lets me pull down her shorts around her ankles.

I collapse at the edge of the mattress like I’m praying. She sits up, looking down at me as I stare at her naked pussy. Her hole iswinking at me wetly, her lips glistening with lust, her clit looking ready for so much attention. Her thighs shine with her wetness.

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