Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
“I hope so.”
I nod. “We will. I’m sure of it. Do you know if Hayden has a resort preference? Also, is there any kind of budget?”
Mom shakes her head. “No budget. I don’t think he cares where we stay, either, but they are used to staying in the nicest places, obviously,” she says, gesturing around the room. “So, don’t bother looking at the budget hotels. I know you might think you’d be doing a good thing, saving him money, but I think Hayden would rather spend the money and be more comfortable.”
“Remember we had to walk like 80 million miles to get to the buses from our room?” I say, smiling.
Mom rolls her eyes at herself. “I had no idea what I was doing when I booked that trip.”
“Nah, you did great,” I say, smiling at the memory.
She smiles, too, then pats my leg through the blankets. “All right, I should probably get to bed. Don’t stay up too late researching.”
“I make no promises.”
Mom stands, and I watch her walk to the door. “Lock this behind me?”
I nod. “I will.”
“Okay. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight, Mom. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
With that, she closes the door, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief.
I throw back my blankets and walk over to open the closet door. Since it’s a huge walk-in closet, there’s a chair over by the shoe shelf. Landon is sprawled there like a king on his throne rather than stressing like I was.
“Coast clear?”
“Yes,” I say softly. Then, stepping back out of the closet, I quickly walk over and lock my door just in case Mom remembers something and tries to come back.
Landon comes up behind me, locking his arms around my waist and tugging me back against his warm body. “Now, where were we?”
“Are you crazy?” I ask, glancing back at him. “We very nearly just got caught.”
“Nah. The door was locked. We were fine.”
My eyes widen. “That wouldn’t have helped if she would have come two minutes later and heard me in here moaning and panting.”
He smirks. “Then maybe you need to learn to be quiet. I can cover your mouth for you if you get too noisy.”
“I bet you could,” I murmur.
“Mm-hmm.” He pulls my hair away from my shoulder, then leans in and kisses my neck. “I can restrain you. Hold you face down while I fuck you. Make sure your cries are smothered in the pillow as I pound that pussy.”
Fuck.
“Stop turning me on.”
Rather than obey me, he brings a hand up to squeeze and caress my breast. The way he handles me, so confident as he squeezes and teases my nipple.
“Landon,” I say on a sigh, half complaint, half plea.
Knowing he’s got me, he walks me back toward the bed. When we get there, he releases me so he can draw my sleep shirt off and toss it on the floor behind us.
I was already completely naked when we were messing around in my bed, but he’s only half-undressed. His incredible upper body is on full display, but he’s wearing black sweats slung low on his hips. I slide my fingers down the front of his waistband and reveal the snugger waistband of his boxer-briefs.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull him closer, then I lean in and kiss his abdomen. I kiss my way over it and down, then I experiment with letting my tongue dart out to trace the curves of his muscles.
Landon slid his fingers through my hair, mindlessly playing with it while I kissed him, but as my tongue travels lower, his grip on my hair tightens.
He uses it to tug my head back and force me back on the bed, then he climbs on with me, straddling me and grabbing my hand. He guides it to his cock, and I feel a burst of heat between my legs when I feel how hard he is.
I rub him through his pants, watching his beautiful face and body as my touch brings him pleasure. His head lolls back, but only for a few seconds. Then he reaches down and palms my tits, sucking some of the air from my lungs when he does.
“So fucking pretty,” he rumbles, and my blood turns to liquid heat in my veins.
He pushes my hand off his bulge and leans down to give me a kiss. He tangles a hand in my hair and cradles my jaw with the other so he can completely control my movements. I’m hungry for his kisses, but he pulls back and leaves me wanting.
Then he lets go of my face and shoves down his pants. My heart thuds when he shoves down his underwear next.
Apprehension takes hold. My body is still warmed up for him, but I’ve never done what I think I’m about to do.
I swallow, looking up at his face as he strokes his cock.