Page 113 of Doing It for Love

“Come here, you vixen,” Landon says, grasping my hips and pulling me into him. His face is so smooth. I drag my tongue across his jaw because I can’t help myself. Then I lean back with a wrinkled nose.

“I bet that tasted good.” He laughs.

“What is on your neck?”

“Cologne.”

I smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “I need a mint.”

He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me to his lips. “This’ll taste better.” And we tangle our tongues, and his breath hasn’t reached the morning stage yet since it’s still dark outside, so we must’ve only napped for a couple of hours.

He does taste better than his cologne.

“Can we have sex now?” I whisper against his mouth. His lips turn up and he adjusts my hips. I waste no time in grinding on him like I’m Buster on the hump pillow.

“Whoa there, Tumbles. Let me…” Then he pulls at my thong, moving the material enough so it’s out of the way. I’m not completely ready to settle on him just yet, so I quickly put his fingers in my mouth and force them to help me out. Landon’s laughing at my impatience, but he’s not stopping me either.

When I’m good and wet, I slam down on him, and both of us let out this entirely embarrassing grunt that I’m pretty sure the whole city heard. I prepare my thrusters, noticing Chocolateville in the distance. The graham cracker Ferris wheel and cookies ’n’ cream roller coaster looks pretty darn good, so I pick up speed, racing toward the main attractions. I can’t go slowly. My hips won’t let me. They rock and rock, and I curl my fingers into the sheets by Landon’s head, pulling them so hard I cover his face.

Landon grunts from underneath the bedspread, sliding his hands up to the ladies. “Liz, you gotta…”

And the rest of his sentence is obliterated as I burst through the gates of Chocolateville. I move at the speed of light, wondering how long the ride will be and knowing this is the first time I get to ride with my husband. I open my eyes, and Landon’s removed the sheet, his forehead strained, concentrated,sweaty, and I say something unintelligible and close my eyes again.

I’m starting to cramp up. Damn, it’s been a while. But I will not let this get in the way. I adjust my hips, cringing at the pain in my leg, but continue to ride Landon’s brains out. Our thighs are slick, and his grip slips all over my torso when I finally push through the cramp.

I taste chocolate on the tip of my tongue. I feel the lift deep in my belly, and I know I’m about ten seconds away from falling. I’ve missed him so much. He feels so good and so familiar, and yet it feels new and exciting, too, and I can’t wait to do this with him for the rest of our lives.

I taste more chocolate.

More.

And more.

And…

“I…I’m sorry,” Landon stutters as he shakes under me.

I slowly stop my hips with a bittersweet chocolaty aftertaste. Lord Landon has abdicated his throne right as I was about to nose-dive into sweet double-fudge raspberry cheesecake. Landon’s hands squeeze my waist, and I open my eyes to his apologetic face.

“Damn it, I’m so sorry.” He blows out a breath and curses. “It’s been forever, and he just…” His hand waves out, finishing the sentence for him.

I bite my lips, slump against him, and hold him close. “Looks like I still got it.”

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll get you going, I promise.”

“Landon, it’s okay.” And as I look into his eyes, I realize that…I totally mean it. “No, it’smorethan okay. It was wonderful.”

“Shit.”

“Stop that.”

“Please don’t propose another five months sex-free.”

“We are definitely not doing that again.”

He kisses my shoulder, both of us doused in sweat that is turning cold. “Are you tired?” he asks.

“No way.”

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