“Is that right?” He smelled of clean air, pine and freshly cut grass.
“Oh yeah. I’m endlessly creative when it comes to distractions.”
Amanda bit her lip as she smiled. She already felt better just having him there, and any distraction he provided was sure to be helpful.
He cupped her cheek and stared at her. “Happy and excited looks good on you.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re seeing me at my best and my worst lately.”
“I like every version of Amanda.”
He couldn’t have said anything that would mean more to her. Before she could respond, he kissed her, and like always, his kisses required her full attention. They ended up reclined on the sofa with her arms around him as one kiss became two and three, and then she lost count. She strained against him to get closer, wanting to ride the wave of euphoria she’d been on all day and to share that feeling with him.
While he kissed her, she unbuttoned his blue plaid flannel in search of sexy man chest. She was stymied by the T-shirt he wore underneath, which she yanked from the waistband of his jeans.
“This sofa’s not big enough for what’s happening here,” he said against her lips.
“What’s happening?” she asked, playing it coy.
“You’re trying to rip my clothes off, and I want to fully encourage that.” He pushed himself up and off her, extending a hand to help her. “Right this way.” Walking slowly so she could keep up, he led her into the bedroom, where he quickly removed her sweatshirt and the tank she wore under it as well as the pajama pants she’d never changed out of.
When he would’ve started next on his own clothes, Amanda said, “Wait, let me.” She pushed the flannel off his shoulders and lifted the T-shirt over his head, revealing a lean, muscular chest and abdomen that was covered with the perfect amount of golden-brown hair. After flattening her hands on his chest, she slid them slowly down over the best six-pack she’d ever seen, stopping at the button to his jeans.
“You know how to torture me.”
“What did I do?”
Chuckling, he said, “You know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” She dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Oh fuck. I wish I could take a picture of you right now so I could never forget how incredibly sexy you look.”
“No pictures.”
“Let me take a good long look, then.”
She smiled up at him as she gently worked the zipper down over the huge bulge.
He helped her with the jeans and kicked them off, leaving him only in boxer briefs that hugged his hard cock.
Amanda kissed him through the underwear, drawing a tortured-sounding groan from him. She ran her hands up the backs of his legs to cup his ass, pulling him even closer to her as she worked her fingers inside the back of his boxers to start removing them. With the waistband halfway down his cock, she stopped and worked the length of him into her mouth, pulling the underwear down as she went.
His fingers tangled into her hair as he trembled from the effort to hold back.
She took as much as she could and then retreated, repeating the process over and over.
“Wait,” he said when he apparently couldn’t take any more of that. “Let’s do this together.” He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her, bringing her onto his lap. “Is this okay?”
Amanda nodded and took him in, moving slowly to come down on him as his head dropped back and his hands gripped her ass.
“God, that’s so good,” he said on a long exhale. “All I could think about today was what it feels like to be inside you. I can’t get enough.”
She rolled her hips. “I can’t either.”
“Yes, like that. Ride me.” His eyes flew open, his gaze colliding with hers in a moment of unity that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced with a man.
She felt like he saw inside her as they made love with a kind of reverence that was all new to her.
Landon surprised her when he wrapped his arms tight around her and stood, bringing her with him without losing their connection.
“Where’re you taking me?”
“All the way.” He turned them, lowered her to the bed and came down on top of her. “Is it wrong that I’ve wanted to do nothing but this since the first time I found out how fucking awesome it is with you?”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
Without missing a beat with his hips, he drew her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over the tip.
Amanda raised her arms over her head, surrendering completely to him and the way he made her feel. Sex with an athletic man was a revelation. His stamina was admirable, which was the last rational thought she had as he picked up the pace and had her screaming from the orgasm that crashed over her suddenly, without the usual slow build. When it happened a second time a few minutes later, she was truly shocked.
The man was a god, in bed and out. That much she knew for certain as he came down on her in the aftermath of his own pleasure, breathing hard and sweating from the effort he’d expended.
“Wow,” she said.
“Mmm. So good.” He kissed her neck, along her jaw and then her lips. “I knew it would be from the first second I saw you.”
“It’s because I was holding a dildo. Admit it.”
“That didn’t hurt anything,” he said with a laugh, “but it was you. I had a reaction to you that I’d never had to anyone other than Naomi. When I realized my brother did, too, I wanted to cry. I wanted you all to myself.”
“Is that why you insisted on bringing me home with you from the hospital?”
“Absolutely. I’m a shameless opportunist, and hey, it worked for Tyler after Charley got hurt. I could only hope it would work out that way for us, too.”
“And how’s that going so far?”
“It’s better than anything has ever been.”
She recalled in that inopportune moment that she had forgotten to give him the message from Chrissy. “One of your friends called while you were out.”
“Who?”
“Chrissy.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never
make a negative decision in the low time.
Never make your most important decisions when
you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient.
The storm will pass. The spring will come.”
—Robert H. Schuller
Landon cringed at the mention of Chrissy as he withdrew from Amanda and landed on the bed next to her. “That ‘friendship’ is in the past.”
“Does she know that?”
“We’ve never had a conversation about it, if that’s what you’re asking, but we also never had any kind of commitment. We were friends with occasional benefits. That’s it—and she knew it.”
“And now that’s over?”
“Of course it is. I’m with you now.”
“And this is different than that?”
He stared at her, seeming incredulous. “Yes.”
“How is it different?”
“You want me to, like, describe how it’s different?”