In her opinion, a lot could be said about casual sex, where all your concentration was on pleasure, instead of worrying a lasting relationship. Landon had shown her something she had never known she had—passion. And he’d explained to her what had gone wrong before—the two guys she’d been with hadn’t taken the time to tap into her passionate side. He’d told her that she had more passion in her little finger than most women had in their entire bodies. Of course, she hadn’t believed him, but every day and night he was proving to her just how right he was.
“Umm,” she moaned in her throat. All thoughts were obliterated from her mind when she felt his hand touch her womanly core. He loved touching her there while kissing her and she loved it whenever he did. It was as if his fingers knew her body, knew just where to touch her inside to find that perfect spot to send her over the edge, to satisfy her raging libido and to fill the need he had awakened within her.
She pulled her mouth away at the first sign of an orgasm. “Oh, Landon…”
And then he reclaimed her mouth, deepening the kiss at the same time he pushed his fingers further inside of her. She gripped his shoulders as he continued to stroke her and arched her back when her body splintered into a million pieces, moaning deep into his mouth.
Finally, when her body had gone limp in his arms, he pulled back slightly, but his mouth still hovered over hers. Darting his tongue out he began licking her lips from corner to corner, and when he aimed for her center, her lips greedily parted, as if he hadn’t been kissing her for the last ten minutes. Or was it ten? She wasn’t counting. All she knew was that he was at it again, kissing her harder than before, stretching it out and rekindling passion inside of her again. Passion he stirred. Passion he satisfied. Passion he was sharing.
Shared pleasure.
And when he broke off the kiss and then stood with her in his arms, intending to carry her inside her suite, she knew the best was yet to come. His birthday would end the same way it had started—with him inside of her, while they shared climax after magnificent climax.
Landon placed Monica on the bed, needing to make love to her again. He couldn’t believe the way his heart pounded in his chest as he began undressing her. Making love was the only way he knew to show her how much she was coming to mean to him. He knew she assumed this was a casual affair and had even referred to it that way a time or two. But this was far from casual for him. Whenever he made love to her, he put everything he had into it.
After he’d removed the last stitch of her clothing, he pulled back and glanced down at her. She was beautiful. Every part of her was perfect and looking at the center of her, that area between her gorgeous thighs, made him hungry for the taste of her. He quickly removed his own clothes, enjoying the fact that she watched him. He knew she was seeing his large erection grow even larger just from being near her.
After donning a condom, he walked over to the bed. “I want to do something different today.”
Since making love, he had introduced her to a number of sexual positions—thank you, Kama Sutra!—and she’d always been excited to try something new. He’d always believed that sex should be fun as well as sensual, and he had encouraged her to be honest about what she liked and what she didn’t. So far, she liked it all and he was glad for that.
“What are you thinking of, Landon?” she asked, sitting up.
“This!” Grabbing her feet, her dragged her to the edge of the bed. Then, he quickly leaned in and placed several kisses at the apex of her thighs before he straddled her. Lifting her hips closer to him, he thrust hard inside of her and began pumping in a rhythm she immediately began duplicating. Leaning in closer, he captured a nipple in his mouth and began sucking, ignoring the way her fingernails were digging into his shoulders.
Nothing mattered but the feel of him inside of her, claiming what he intended to be his for always. His hips continued to drive hard inside of her, and she cried out his name. He loved hearing the sound of it and then, when he felt her body tightening around him, he knew what was about to happen and intended to be right there with her.
This time, he called out her name as he exploded inside of her.
Never had anything felt so right. He knew, after being on this cruise, spending time with her, both in and out of bed, there was no way he could return to Atlanta without knowing she would be a permanent part of his life.
He could no longer live his empty existence. Monica Bennett had given new meaning to his life, had made him believe it was possible to love again.
When the spasms had finally stopped, he moved off her, then lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. He loved holding her this way after they’d made love. It just felt so right, like a sacred connection of sorts. He glanced down at her and saw her eyes were closed and wondered if she was about to drift off to sleep. His birthday had been wonderful because of her. And he had worked up an appetite.
“You want me to order room service for a late-night snack?” he asked her.
“I thought it would be nice if we could get dressed and go dancing later.”
A smile curved his lips. “Think you have energy for that?”
“I will if you behave.”
“Me? I’m not the one who curled into my lap earlier,” he teased. “Will we spend the night in my cabin tonight?”
Because they were so close, they could swap cabins when the mood struck. And she’d hinted, this morning over breakfast, that she’d like to take his mattress for a spin. He’d been all for it.
“Yes. I want to see if I sleep better in your bed.”
He chuckled. “You intend on getting sleep?”
She looked up at him. “I honestly shouldn’t. I need to get as much of you as I can before the cruise ends.”
“And why is that?”
“Because at the end of this trip, you will go your way and I will go mine.”
Landon had news for her. She wouldn’t be getting rid of him that easily. “Umm, you know I have your phone number, right?”
“And I expect you to look me up if you ever return to St. Paul.”
He figured now was not the time to tell her how he felt about her. She wasn’t ready to hear it. He needed more time with her and the days left on this cruise would give that to him. He needed to make sure she understood there was more between them than sex, even if the sex was off the charts. He had no problem taking care of her needs. Then after taking care of the physical, he would begin working on the emotional. In time, Monica would realize that this wasn’t just a fling they were having, but something much, much more.
“I hope you know that when I do look you up, it won’t be just as a rain check for a drink.”
Her eyes sparkled. “I should hope not. I think you’ve ruined me for any other...”
He lifted a brow when she didn’t continue. “For what?” If she was about to say that he had ruined her for any other man, she might as well say it. Because that was his aim. After him, there would not be any other man for her.
“Nothing. Let’s order that snack and then take a short nap before we go dancing,” she suggested. “The club stays open late.”
“Alright.” He reached for the phone to order some food, which, according to the dining room, should arrive in an hour. That left them some time to themselves.