Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Chapter 14
Landon
I’m supposed to be taking her home, but I’m calling an audible. I want her at my place, in my bed. That’s all I’ve been able to think about, and now it’s going to happen. I don’t ask her if it’s okay. It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. Besides, the way she returned that kiss told me all I needed to know. She’s in this.
We’re in this.
Finally.
Pulling into my place, I hit the button for the garage and it slowly opens. I pull in, turn off the engine, and shut the door. Lifting her hand to my lips, I kiss her knuckles before pulling away, and climbing out of the SUV. I race to her side and this time she waits for me. Tugging open the door, I offer her my hand as she steps out. As soon as the door is closed, I’m on her. I push her back against the car, and my mouth claims hers. Emma’s hands find their way to the nape of my neck, and her fingers glide through my hair. She’s so tiny, and I need better access. Bending, I lift her into my arms. With my hands on the backs of her thighs, I take her mouth once again.
“Landon,” she breathes as my lips trail down her neck.
I want to fucking devour her, every delectable inch. Instead, I force myself to slow down and pull away. Her green eyes are glassy as she gives me a half smile. I realize that I could be moving us a little fast for her, and I don’t want that. I want her to be in charge, which is a new concept for me when it comes to the opposite sex. I’m learning that everything with Emma is different.
“I know I said I would take you home, but then you said you wanted the date, and we kissed, and well, I just wanted you here. In my home, in my space. I don’t expect anything, just your company,” I ramble. Looks like the asking for forgiveness part of the evening has come around. I’ve done nothing wrong, but I don’t want her to get the wrong impression either. If she asks me to take her home, I will. In fact… “If you’d rather I take you home, we can do that. I just… I really needed you here, in my arms.”
“I was kinda hoping to get more kisses.” She bats her eyelashes and I can’t stop the deep throaty chuckle that escapes my chest if I tried.
“Done.” And since it’s kisses she wants, I press my lips to hers for the third time tonight and take my time tasting her. By the time I’m done, we’re both breathless.
“That’ll do, Number Eighteen. That’ll do,” she says, her head now resting back against my SUV.
“Come on, you.” I tighten my grip on her and carry her inside. Once we’re in the kitchen, I position her on the island. My hands rest on either side of her, caging her in. “You thirsty?”
“No, thank you.”
I’m trying really hard to not drag her off to my room to ravish her. Instead, I stand here, stick still, staring into her big green eyes.
“How about a movie?”
“Movie?” She nods. “That I can do.” Snaking my arms around her, I whisper, “Hold on tight,” as I lift her into my arms and carry her into the living room.
“My feet work. The ankle healed weeks ago,” she teases.
I sit down on the couch with her straddling my lap. “I like you close,” I admit.
“How close?”
Her words are barely a whisper as she leans in and kisses my neck. “That works,” I say, gripping her hips to keep her close. I like her right here where she is.
“You know, we’ve never tried the cuddling thing here at your place. Maybe you won’t like it on your home turf.”
“Did I not tell you? I’m a professional cuddler now.”
“Really? Giving up the starting QB spot for cuddling. I didn’t see that one coming.” She grins down at me and my lips ache to kiss her. So I do. Just a quick peck to her lips.
“Nah, but there’s this girl, she’s pretty much knocked me on my ass.”
“Aw, poor baby.” She juts out her bottom lip, so I nip at it with my teeth, soothing the ache with my tongue.
“She’s got this long, dark curly hair. Her eyes… they’re this green I’ve never seen before. She’s open and honest, and not afraid to call me out for my shit. She’s pretty much my dream girl.”
“Have you told her?” Her eyes soften because we both know the answer.
“Yeah.” My hands slide behind her neck, bringing her closer. “I’ve told her, but maybe I should remind her, you know? In case she’s forgotten or maybe she thought I wasn’t being serious?” I raise my brows at her, daring her to challenge me.