My heart jumped slightly as a small little bloom of something started in my chest.
“Then that little stunt with the icing and sucking it off your finger. I damn near dragged you into the bathroom to fuck you right there.”
I gasped, my lips slightly parting. “That would have been fun.”
Landon looked at me and then pointed. “See? See what I mean?” He grabbed my hand, and we started toward his truck.
“What are you doing, Landon?” I asked.
“Taking you to my place.”
“I drove!” I said, starting to laugh.
Landon stopped and looked at my car parked in front of his truck and then back at me. “Get your ass in your car, and meet me at my house.”
“You just got sick, and you want to go back to your place and have sex?”
Landon walked around his truck, opened the driver’s door, and said, “Yes, I feel fine now. See you in a few minutes.”
I stood there, stunned, as Landon started his truck and then pulled out onto the street and headed off in the direction of his place.
With a chuckle, I pulled out my phone and noticed it was still recording. Thank God it wasn’t live. I took a picture of the outside of the bakery, opened Instagram, and typed, “Went for a cake tasting session today with Landon. Let’s just say you shouldn’t skip lunch before eating cupcakes, and you really shouldn’t wipe icing off of your man’s lips. More to come…”
With a smile, I slipped into my car and headed over to Landon’s house.
The garage door to Landon’s place was open, so I pulled in. It was one of those three-car garages, so Landon could park his truck in it, and also allow another car to park inside. His house wasn’t over the top, but it wasn’t small and quaint like mine. It was just over three-thousand square feet, and besides his kitchen and bedroom, Landon mostly hung out in the large game room or in the theater room he had built above his massive garage.
I got out of my car and walked toward the door that led into the mudroom of Landon’s house. I hit the button to shut the garage door, and then took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. I wasn’t entirely sure why I felt nervous, but my stomach was all aflutter. It wasn’t like we hadn’t slept together since the other night at our folks’ ranch. Any time we were alone, we seemed to be either making out or making love. But we hadn’t been to Landon’s place yet.
“It’s all the sugar,” I whispered as I walked into the kitchen and glanced around. Landon’s kitchen was beautiful. My mother and his mother both helped him design and decorate it when he’d had the house built. Hailey had actually lived in Landon’s house for about six months after it was built, when Landon was still racing. She made lots of use of his gourmet kitchen. The colors were soft whites and grays, with an island so big you could fit twenty people around it.
Okay, maybe ten.
The large kitchen was flanked by a breakfast nook that overlooked the ten acres of land Landon had built on. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the view, and I had to stop and look at it every time.
As I walked by the formal dining room, I laughed. It sat empty because Landon refused to buy another table. He said the one in the kitchen worked fine.
The large family room was part of the huge, open layout and contained a brown leather sofa and loveseat, as well as the recliner. With a grin, I tucked the idea of sex in that recliner away for future use.
Landon’s house was two stories, with four bedrooms upstairs and the main bedroom downstairs, and a smaller bedroom right next door. At the time, Addie had suggested that Landon use it as a home office for the restoration shop, but I knew she longed for it to be a nursery someday.
I paused, staring down the hallway at that room. As I made my way toward it, my heart started to beat faster in my chest. Once I stepped inside, I looked around. Landon hadn’t made it his office. It sat empty, and for some crazy reason, I let my imagination run wild as I pictured it having a soft blue theme, with decorations of baby animals and flowers and even race cars placed throughout the room.
Exhaling, I walked over to the oversized window that looked out onto the backyard. I leaned against the windowsill and closed my eyes as I got lost in a dream.
“Emme?”
I let out a small scream at the sound of Landon’s voice, and I spun around, my hand over my heart. “God, you scared me to death!”
He smiled and my insides melted.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard you come in. What are you doing in here?” he asked, walking up to me and brushing a stray piece of hair back from my face. I tried not to let it show that my body was trembling at the slightest touch from this man.
Letting out a soft chuckle, I replied, “I haven’t been to your place in so long, I was surprised to see this room still empty. I thought you were going to use it for an office?”
Landon looked around the empty room with its soft beige walls. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know, I just usually work up in the game room or in the living room. I didn’t really see the need to make this into a room I won’t use.”
I nodded, knowing I shouldn’t ask the next question. “What do you plan on doing with it then?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. I mean, I’m sure someday I might need it, you know, for a kid’s room or something.”
And there went my ovaries. They exploded into a million pieces. Yes, sign me up for filling this room with little Landons, please.
I shook my crazy thoughts away—then paused for a moment. Why were they crazy? We loved each other, we were in a very physical relationship, and we were fake engaged. Or were we? With Landon giving me his demands for his groom’s cake, I was feeling more and more confused. I was also clearly moving way too fast with my thoughts. And possibly my feelings.
With a smile I asked, “How do you feel?”
Landon looked into my eyes, and my knees went weak at what I saw in his baby blues.
“I can’t stop picturing you sticking your finger in your mouth and licking that damn icing off of it. I want to roll my body in frosting and have you work your tongue all over me.”
Okay, that made me have to clench my thighs together. “Or I could drop down right here and work my tongue on something else.”
Landon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he shook his head. “No, not in this room.”
I laughed. “Why not?”
“Just not in this room, Emme.” He took my hand in his and nearly dragged me out of the empty room. He turned to the left, and before I knew it, we stood in the middle of his massive bedroom.
With a wicked smile, I reached out and started to unbutton his jeans.
“Emme, you don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was already picturing it. That made me feel so powerful. I wanted to bring this man to his knees with my mouth.
Landon had already taken his shoes off, so after I slid his pants down his legs, he kicked them off and away from us. I looked at the large bulge in his boxers and groaned.
He didn’t wait for me to remove them. Moving faster than I had ever seen him move before, he had the boxers off and flying across the room in seconds. I had already dropped my purse on the kitchen counter when I walked in, so I slipped my heels off and pulled my cream silk blouse out of my navy dress pants. I was glad to see I hadn’t gotten any frosting or cake on the outfit. I’d had to meet with one of my couples before I met Landon, and I hadn’t had time to go home and change first.