Landon & Shay: Part Two (L&S Duet #2)(68)

After yet another round of amazing sex with Landon, I excused myself to go take a quick shower before we’d go at it again for yet another round of our sexcapades.

When I stepped out of the shower, wrapped in my towel, I discovered Landon holding one of my scripts in his hand.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, snatching the paper from his grip. “That’s private.”

“That’s fucking amazing,” he breathed out. “Karla was right. You are beyond talented. I knew you were good when we were younger, but Shay, those words are masterpieces.”

I felt my cheeks begin to heat up from his words, and I tried my best to push my emotions to the side. “They’re okay.”

He laughed. “I think you’re just humble. You need to get some of these made into movies.”

“Easier said than done. Not everyone just magically has a career fall into their lap.”

“Touché. But if you give me a chance, I can show your script to someone. I can get it in the right hands.”

I shook my head. “You’ve been saying that ever since we were young, but I still want to do it on my own.” The last thing I wanted was for people to say Crazy Coffee Girl only got her rise to fame because of a boy. I wanted to do it on my own merit.

I moved over to the bed with my towel still wrapped around my body.

“Okay, but if you ever change your mind, the offer stands.” He continued to rummage through the scripts on my desk. “It’s just ironic,” he told me, placing the papers down on my desk before he crawled back into bed to hover his body over mine. He pinned his hands over my shoulders, placed his legs on the outskirts of mine, and studied my face. I hated when he did that. I hated when he stared at me with such gentleness in his eyes. I hated the way he took me in and noted the curves of my face. I hated how his eyes danced across my whole body, looking in awe at me. He studied the imperfections of my skin. The extra pounds I’d gained over the years. Then, he’d bend down and kiss every part that I deemed unworthy. Every part that made me doubt myself.

He’d kiss every inch of me and call me beautiful.

I hated how his words and touches made my cold heart flip.

“What’s ironic?” I whispered as he untied the towel from my body and moved it to the side of the room. His lips grazed against my hipbones, creating chills down my spine.

“How you write love stories, yet you don’t believe in love.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “I believe in love.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do”—I pushed myself up a bit on my elbows and locked eyes with him—“Like I said before, I believe in love. It just doesn’t believe in me.”

Landon’s blue eyes softened, and he leaned back on his thighs, looking me up and down. “Then why do you write about it?”

I swallowed hard, feeling more vulnerable than I’d allowed myself to feel around a man in a very long time. If they saw you as gentle, they’d use your softness as a weakness. If they heard your voice crack, they’d deem you fragile.

And then that heart of yours?

They’d shatter it.

I sat up more and wrapped my arms around his neck. “We don’t do this, Land,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his.

His tongue slowly moved across my bottom lip before he gently bit it. “We don’t do what?”

“Conversate.”

He shut his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. “We could, Shay. You could let me in.”

“I tried that once.” I shrugged. “It didn’t really work out for me.”

He grimaced. “I broke your heart all those years ago.”

“It doesn’t matter. We were stupid kids. That wasn’t real love. It was fiction.”

“Don’t underplay what we had, Shay. Don’t do that. That was the realistic thing I’d ever felt in my whole life.”

Then why wasn’t I enough?

My chest tightened and I felt my emotions beginning to swirl as Landon was working his way into my heart. A heart that I worked hard to keep closed-off from men—from him especially.

Stop it, heart, I ordered. Don’t you dare skip for the man who shattered you to pieces.

I reached down to his hardness and began stroking it as he shut his eyes. Then, I flipped him over to his back and I leaned forward and began sucking it, loving the moans that escaped his lips. My tongue ran up and down his shaft as he grew stiffer and stiffer in my hold. I loved that. I loved feeling how my touch brought him pleasure. I loved seeing how his body reacted to me. I loved…

No, Shay.

No feelings needed.

It’s just sex.

I looked up to those blue, dilated eyes that looked ravished. He loved it, too. He loved when I looked up at him with his hardness in my mouth, pleasing him. He loved that connection, and I secretly craved it, too. In those moments, it almost felt as if we were one. As if the energy racing through his veins was what was used to fuel my soul. We created sparks of life with just our touch.

He stared at me as if he had every plan to devour every single part of me. I slowly thumbed my clit as he watched me. He pulled me up and flipped me onto the mattress, putting the control back in his hands. He became wilder when he craved me, and I needed that. I needed the wildness of Landon, not the calm. The calm made me think, the wild made me feel.