Page 101 of Doing It for Love

deep

deep

deep,

and I’m thinking I hit the jackpot, because there is probably not a single man in this world who can kiss like Landon can.

“Get me out of this coat,” I breathe. He tugs on the zipper, and before he can get it off my shoulders, I say goodbye to packing my bikini as I take his hands and force them on my breasts. He jokingly squeezes them twice, and I somewhat laugh around his mouth, then tug his hair, begging him to keep on squeezing, keep playing, touch all over, and he kisses down my cleavage as I jabber on and on. His hands find my hips and pull me up. I tear at his coat, cursing at it because it’s in my way. He accidentally pulls hair from their roots when he rips mine off, but small price to pay to get naked.

“You got bit by something radioactive, didn’t you?” I ask him as he effectively gets our coats, both our boots and socks, and my jeans off, all in record time and without dropping me from my spot on the wall.

“You callin’ me Superman?” He grins and kisses me again, swallowing my return smart-ass comment. He palms my cheeks, slick forehead pressed with mine. His breath is hot, heavy, sweet, salty, spirited, and I slide down purposely on the wall, settle against him.Pressagainst him, knowing I’m losing the Bahamas but I’m also winning. I am so, so winning.

“Lizzie…I need this,” he whispers, and I wonder if I’m speaking my thoughts out loud again. “I need this more than Sundance. More than winning. More than anything.”

I press on him farther, nearly tearing the fabric of my panties. “You can have it,” I say, loving the shivers under me, the strong arms holding me up, the heart pounding beneath his graphic tee, the desire sparkling in his gray eyes. He wets his lips, grip sliding slightly on the wall, making me tighten my arms around his neck.

“I’m not talking about sex,” he says on an exhale. “I need…intimacy.”

I blink. My ears buzz. My inner thighs clench. I calm my breathing, because I was about to just hump him to Chocolateville right here in the hallway. But he says the word “intimacy” and I throw the fast ride out the window. Because I need intimacy, too.

Landon’s pulse pounds on his neck, and I lean forward and open-mouth-kiss it, licking away the salty taste of sweat.

“I love you,” I say in his ear. “Do you know howthrilledI am to be your wife?”

He shakes his head, and I take his face, kissing his scruff, his nose, his lips.

“I can’t compare the feeling to anything, because I’ve never felt so unbelievably lucky.” I take one of his hands and place it over my heart. “Feel it pounding? It hasn’t stopped since that day you proposed in the shower.”

“Mmm…I miss showers with you.”

A smile stretches on my lips, and I lift my arms over my head. He grins, fists the hem of my shirt, and pulls it up. A strawberry kiss is placed on my chest, right where our hands were.

I slowly slide my legs from his waist. Licking my lips, I toy with the bottom of his shirt before I lift it achingly slowly from his body. I want to drink in his skin, his lines, the sprinkled hair on his stomach, his pecs, his nipples…and not only them but beyond the surface. His heart, his soul, his spirit. Everything I can see and everything I can’t.

He takes my cheeks and kisses me while I work on his pants. I take my time, fiddling with his belt buckle, playing with his zipper, and he continues to kiss my lips from corner to corner.

I dip my thumbs into his waistband, swirl them around to his backside. Low, labored moans float from his mouth to mine, and I echo them, pull him closer, chest to chest, hip to hip. His hands fall to my shoulders, trickle down, leaving goose bumps in their path. He stops at my elbows and squeezes twice. I squeeze his ass once. And then his fingers find the clasp on my bra.

He pulls back, eyes on mine as he unlocks the top clasp. The bra loosens a bit, my breasts gently bounce, and one strap falls from its place on my shoulder, making me feel so damn hot and wonder how the hell we are managing to go so slowly. His other hand runs over my now bare shoulder, and the touch is so light, so warm, so intimate that my eyes roll back and my head hits the wall.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, his mouth hovering over my collarbone. I take deep breaths and moan at the ceiling.

“Thank you.”

I feel his mouth turn up in a grin against my skin, and his hips press into mine, locking me in place as he twines our fingers and lifts my arms over my head. His lips are sweet agony, causing angel butterflies to mate in my chest. I wonder if we’ll go all the way now with how he phrased his needs, but as the fiery strokes of his tongue wake every nerve ending of my body, I realize that it doesn’t matter. That the intimacy between lovers is what makes sex special. The giving, the receiving, wanting and needing past the physical aspects of want and need. My body wants a pounding. My lady parts need attention. ButIwant to show him I love him—every single part of him. And Ineedhim to show me he loves me just as much as, if not more than, I love him. Even if I don’t think it’s possible, I need him to prove me wrong.

“Landon…” I say past a gulp as his tongue dives into the crease of my cleavage. “You feel so good. So perfect. I’ve missed you.”

His tongue stops its sultry path on my chest, and he plucks his head up and looks directly in my eyes, slight amusement but more hunger in his gray depths.

“You’re not teasing me. I had to make sure I was kissing the right woman.”

I smile, and he flinches, probably preparing for me to lightly smack him, but I don’t. I take his cheeks in my hands, wrap my fingers into the soft hair nearing the base of his neck. “Do you want me to tease you?”

“I don’t know. I like that, but I’m liking this, too.” He trails a finger across my bra strap and finally unclasps the bottom hook.

A sharp gasp flies from my lips, and his mouth quirks up in victory. The straps fall slowly…painfully slowly down my arms, and when I’m completely free from the piece of clothing, I press my chest into his.

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