Page 116 of Doing It for Love

“Hold on to me,” he says with a wicked grin, and his hand takes a dive under the water and finds the hallelujah erogenous zone.

My nails dig into his forearm, and that’s about all I can concentrate on as sparks fly behind my eyes. The dip in my lower abdomen drops ten thousand feet, then jumps back up and up and up, and I bite down onto Landon’s shoulder to muffle the scream.

Ten Mississippis. That’s how long it takes for me to plummet into the biggest piece of double-fudge raspberry cheesecake.

He slides his hand up to my cheek, and I can barely make out his burning, lust-filled eyes through my satisfied haze.

“Looks like I’ve still got it, too,” he says, and if I had any energy left I’d playfully smack the smirk from his face.

The rest of the water drains from the tub. Landon picks me up and we slip on the wet floor, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s rushing me to the king-sized bed. But we don’t jump in. We stay standing next to it, his hands grasping at my face, holding my lips to his, and the Land of Liz is ready for another visit from Lord Landon.

“Make love to me,” I demand against his bottom lip. I feel him smile, and he pushes me back onto the mattress. My body bounces, and I can tell he enjoys the show the ladies give him.

His fingers splay across my abdomen, the angel butterflies beat their wings against his fingertips, and then he wraps his hands around my hips. The sheets stick to my butt as he pulls me to the edge of the mattress and slides in. We groan in unison again, and this time it’s him who races to Chocolateville, hips rocking and rocking with no prelude, and it’s okay, because I am so there with him.

“Please…don’t…stop…” I can see the cheesecake skydive. He’s driving me to it, pushing and pushing on my shoulders, and I climb onto the lift, throat getting sore as I scream out. The butterflies in my stomach dive-bomb, and I’m only half aware that I’m biting down on Landon’s shoulder again, muffling unintelligibles.

And I fall. I fall so fast and so hard I can’t see straight. It knocks the breath straight from my lungs, fireworks burst behind my eyeballs, and I taste the epitome of chocolate. It seems to last forever, and he’s still rocking into me. The thrusters have not ceased, and they continue to rub and please as I find my breath and blink my eyes open.

Landon smirks, and his hips slow.

“Did…did you not…?” I ask, my mind still trying to figure out where I am.

“It’s okay,” he says in a horrible impression of my voice. “Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.”

“You’re a butt.”

“This butt can keep going if you want.”

I laugh at his awfully proud grin. My eyes drift to his shoulder, where I’ve left decent teeth marks. The lady bits perk up again.

“Yes, please.”

He gives me a wicked smile before he twists me around, the upper half of my body on the fluffy comforter and legs on the floor, and we go to pound town. I call out“strawberries, strawberries!”I make no sense and I don’t care, because Landon takes me to chocolate heaven, which is like the Olympus of Chocolateville.

Five Mississippis. And I dive back into that cheesecake.

I kick Landon away briefly, only to tug him back. I settle against the mattress, pulling him with me, clinging onto those damn fine arms and smiling like a dope on marijuana brownies. I grip his hands, set them firmly on my breasts, and no lie, say, “The ladies are all yours.”

He laughs and kisses his way around my chest. Our five minutes of rough and hard dark chocolate turns into a soft melody of angel cake. He loves my chest, my stomach, my inner thighs.

“I want to play with you till morning,” he says, breath warm against erogenous zone number six.

“We…we have a plane to catch in the morning,” I whisper to the ceiling. Landon comes up from between my legs and starts kissing zone number two.

“Bahamas, here we come.”

“You’resofunny.”

“Thanks. But I’m not trying to be funny right now.”

“Just trying to rub it in.”

He stops kissing my neck and leans up. “Rub what in? You won…”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did.”

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