Page 67 of Doing It for Love

“I love this body,” he says, and his hands back up his words. He slithers down to kiss my stomach. I hold my breath out of instinct.

“Don’t suck in,” he playfully scolds, tickling my ribs. My stomach pops out as I laugh. “I love this.” He kisses right below my belly button. “And I love these.” He kisses my love handles, and I tap the top of his head because he so should not acknowledge their existence. But the way he caresses my stomach, lets his thumb tumble over the hills in my figure, makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. Upped dress size and all.

I hitch a leg up, and he travels back to my lips. I push my tongue into his mouth, strip the rest of his clothes off, and tell him with my actions that I’ve missed his body too.

His hand pushes my thighs apart, and the pulsing down there kicks up a notch.

“I want my face to be near yours,” he says through a grin as he dips his hand into position. “So you’re getting my kick-ass, talented fingers.”

I roll my eyes before pushing a pillow over my face. He growls and rips it away. I fight back for it, but he starts working on my neglected lady bits and I forget about hiding my face and hop on the jet destined for Chocolateville and its neighboring town, Dessert Bay.

I’m fast. I’m so fast he doesn’t even get to do all his signature hand moves. But he kisses me, muffling my normally loud orgasm screams, so maybe I can get away with pretending that I didn’t just take a ride on the main attraction and run back in line. His fingers are still working their magic, and as I come down from the high, I use all my strength to pretend I’m still building. Yes, I’m totally cheating. No, I don’t care. I won’t stop him as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing.

Pretty soon I don’t have to pretend anymore. I really am building, back on that ride and going straight to the top. And I’m half thinking,hell yes!and halfdamn it!because it’s almost over. I won’t be able to stop the screams this time, since his mouth is buried in my neck and he’s doing his thing—the one he knows will get me in ten seconds flat. I cling to his shoulders, sliding a bit with all the sweat we’ve accumulated between us, and scream his name and other choice words as he takes me to Chocolateville and back. Again. But I’ll keep that to myself.

I lie on my back and try to even my breathing. He’s breathing hard too, and his hand is on mine, pulling me over to grasp him. But my limbs are gummy.

“Give me a second,” I say through an exhausted laugh.

“I’m gonna blow any minute.”

“That’s hot.”

He pushes his nose to my shoulder. “No teasing.”

“But that’s what we do.” I roll over and pretend to fall asleep.

“I was just sexy as hell!” he shouts to the ceiling.

I laugh, roll on top of him, and slide down his body to take him out of his misery.

“Tell me what you want,” I say before kissing where his boxer band would rest if he was wearing them.

“Less talking.”

I playfully bite him, and he jerks back for a second as we laugh. When he settles back in front of me, I grant his request, keeping my mouth too occupied to talk.

Chapter 21

We raisin-branned each other.

We are raisin bran.

Landon is out, snoring so loudly I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t banged on the walls. His butt is to me, my butt is to him, and I’m satisfied physically. I’m tired and gooey, and there’s a sleepy grin on my face.

But we are not kissing. We are not cuddling. We aren’t setting up for another round or giving in to each other.

We are raisin bran.

And what is most devastating about that is…I don’t even care.

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“I love you, sweet fiancée of mine.” Landon gives me a big kiss on the lips, then grabs his jacket, his coffee, and his keys before heading out the door. It’s the first time he’s smiled before work in weeks.

As soon as he’s gone, I grapple to the side of the bed and pull up my laptop. Hurdle time now that I can look at it without turning into something that crawled out of the seventh circle of hell.

Dress Hurdle is done. I guess. I mean, I liked the one I ended up putting a deposit on, but I was a little blinded by THE dress. Maybe I’ll go try it on again now that I’m more relaxed.

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