Still Not Over You(40)
And we’re out in the open, in my brother’s backyard. Steve might wake up from the exhausted nap he and Melanie both crashed into after their evening yoga class after work.
Perish the thought. All I need right now is my brother walking out here and finding me straddling his best friend with those dark heavy hands all over me, and my body so tight-strung and wet I’m probably soaked through my shorts.
Please. Just give us time.
I just got Landon back, after all.
I can’t let him lose Steve over something like this, too.
“Landon,” I protest weakly, digging at his hair, tugging gently. “Landon, we can’t. Not here. S-steve....Steve will never forgive you – mnh!”
His answer cuts off my startled cry, burying his face against the low neckline of my tank top, dragging the delicious friction of his stubble over the upper curves of my breasts. He only pauses to dip his head, captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling and teasing through my top and bra.
It’s molten, the fabric trapping the wetness and heat of his mouth, slicking it against my skin.
His tongue lashes fire against me in jolts that leave me writhing against him, rocking my hips, grinding myself against him greedily until I’m all wildness and pulsing, desperate need, completely stripped of my senses.
He makes a deep, satisfying sound with one last little lick, then lets go, looking up at me with those blue eyes smoldering.
“You were saying?” he growls.
I can’t talk. Can't move. I’m a wreck, completely shattered inside, and if I don’t give in to this wanting I’m going to lose my mind.
But I’m trying to think straight, still trying to be an adult. “I can’t let you ruin your friendship with Steve,” I whisper. “It's –”
“If me wanting you ruins our friendship, then it wasn’t a friendship at all.” But he relaxes his tight, clutching, entirely distracting grip on my ass, and strokes his hands up my back.
There's a gentleness at the contrast with the demanding fire in his eyes. “Be with me, Reb. Right here under the stars. We’ll spend the night like we used to.” That darkly arrogant smirk flashes a glimpse of teeth. “Only this time, you won’t have to write the sex. You're talented, yeah. Good luck ever finding the words for the shit I'm gonna do to you.”
I can’t help a shaky laugh. I lean in, resting my brow to his, breathing him in. Breathing in the scent of raw desire between us. “You’re out of your mind.”
“Must be. Feels like I’ve gone crazy.” He kisses me again – softer this time, a gentle thing that ends in a taunting nip, a promise. “Feel like being crazy with me? Breaking a few rules?”
If I say no, I’ll be lying to myself, and him.
But if I say yes...holy hell.
If I say that, with another kiss, then I’m tumbling from one heartbreak to another when this man is so volatile and wild he can destroy me with a single touch.
Too bad, right now, I want to be destroyed.
Completely shattered inside and out, if only to know what it’s like to have him this one time.
I bite my lip, tasting him on it, then curl my fingers against his shirt, gripping at the hem and tugging upward. “Let me touch,” I whisper – and that’s the closest to a yes he’s going to get, when my common sense is screaming Danger, Will Robinson, danger! at the top of its lungs.
His eyes brighten, then darken, and he leans back from me enough to grasp his shirt and pull it up over his head.
Muscle flexes powerfully, writhing like licking tongues of steel coiling and sliding over each other in pure filthy suggestion. He's filthy.
Made for sex and secret things in the dark, for those little twisted whispers you never speak in the light of day. I can't decide where I want to touch him first.
I start with the tattoo curling over his shoulder, a primal pattern that makes me think of deep tribal drumbeats and the rhythm of the ocean answering a tidal moon's call.
Sea and stone. Harshness. Smoothness. Fire.
That's his entire body, this titan masterwork crafted from the elements themselves, and I lose myself tracing over his beauty. Every time my fingertips skim his shoulders, his chest, the ripples of his abdomen, a shudder rolls tensely over taut hide.
He’s barely holding himself in check, breathing harder and harder, while every part of him I take in makes my body ache deeper and deeper.
Until my fingers stray down to his navel, that trail of tempting dark hair, and lower.
Landon's control snaps.
Suddenly, I’m tumbling on my back, spilled across the grass, fresh green blades licking cool against my overheated skin while he hovers over me. There's a dark god pushing between my legs, taking up my world, framing it in the light from the twinkling stars overhead.
In the darkness he’s this looming, menacing shape. A silhouette cut in hard edges, pinned by the glow of blue – but it’s the warmth and need and softness in those vivid blue eyes that turn him from the monster in the dark into the silent secret lover.
Consumed and all consuming in his intensity. He takes me in with a lethal gaze, an eye-fuck that strips me naked. His splayed fingers skim up my body, pushing the hem of my shirt up, taunting me with the sensuous scrape of calluses against my skin. Every touch comes like a spark kissing, burning out, melting into my flesh.