Lynx Loving (12 page)

“I think we need to change the name to include both of us then,” she said.

“Maybe we should do another name change while we are at it,” he murmured.

“Are you asking me to...”

“Yes.” He dropped to one knee and reached into his pocket. After pulling out a tiny box, he opened the lid, and held it up to her.

She gasped at the beautiful ruby solitaire surrounded by diamonds sparkling at her. Tears spilled over her cheeks again, and she grabbed him to her, toppling them both to the floor. She landed with a
whoosh
across his chest.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” She held her finger out for him to slip on the ring. It was a perfect fit. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too, but there’s one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“We have to get out of these clothes again because I’m going to go crazy if I don’t make love to you soon.” He grinned up at her.

“Well then, let’s not dawdle any longer.”

She shrugged out of her coat and reached for the front of his jeans, but he blocked her attempt then rolled her under him. Flat on her back, he placed his knees on either side of her thighs, trapping her. He skimmed his fingers over the waistband of her pants then slid under the hem of her T-shirt to touch her bare skin. She sighed when the warmth of his touch soaked into her cold skin. When he pushed higher and cupped her breast, she closed her eyes.

“Mmm. I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he said as he teased her nipple into a stiff peak.

“I think I love when I don’t wear a bra too if it means you touching me like this.” She moaned as he continued toying with her nipple.

Dipping his head, he sucked the tightened point into his mouth then tongued it until she was arching up, begging him to continue the delicious torture. Each pull on her nipple tugged invisible strings in her lower abdomen, causing pressure to build inside her. Moisture rushed between her thighs, and she tunneled her fingers through his short hair.

He gripped her T-shirt on each side and ripped it up the middle. She gasped then purred when his mouth crashed over her other nipple. Most of the guys she had dated had been timid, at times even shy, or on the other end just plain pushy, but Landon was not a guy. Landon was all man, no boy, and all hers.

“I missed you,” he said against her skin. “I missed your taste, your scent, and...” He propped himself up on one elbow. “I missed your sassy mouth.” He kissed her.

She ran her fingers down the sides of his neck and rested her hands on his shoulders as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She strained to get closer to him, their bodies touching from toe to chest. His warmth seeped into her, stoking the fire, building the pressure of pleasure. It would never cease to amaze her how easily he could bring her to the precipice of climax.

Everything about Landon called to her. Everything about him coiled her into a wanton heap of need, a need that only he could fulfill. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, ran them down his back, then up to his shoulders again.

“I missed you too, Landon,” she whispered between kisses. “I need you. Don’t make me wait.”

“I don’t see any reason to deny that request,” he breathed the words against the side of her neck before sitting up. Helping her to her feet, he pulled her arms from the torn T-shirt then knelt in front of her to pull her pants off one leg at a time.

She closed her eyes as his lips followed the trail of bared skin, nibbling and kissing every exposed inch. “Don’t tease.”

He smiled up at her, a wicked curve of the lips that made her heart contract then skip a beat. Ripping her panties away from her body, much like he’d done to her T-shirt, he gave her one long, slow lick up her damp slit. A tremble started in her feet and traveled all the way to her shoulders then down her arms.

“I’m not about teasing, sugar. I’m about pleasing,” he said before tonguing her clit.

She moaned and hung on to his shoulders as he ate at her. When he eased two fingers inside her slick passage, her legs turned boneless. He bent his fingers slightly and increased the rhythm, bumping that secret spot that drove her mad.

She whimpered with each stroke, and he put more pressure on her clit with his tongue, swirling in a circle of mind-blowing pleasure as his fingers continued fucking her.

She bucked against him, meeting each thrust head on, and when her muscles clenched around his fingers she cried out. As the vibrations of her orgasm crashed through her, he wrapped his other arm around her lower back to steady her.

Licking and nibbling and stroking through each wave of her climax, through each spasm of her muscles, her legs trembled, but he didn’t relent with the welcome torture of his tongue and fingers.

“Landon!”

When he stood, she reached for his zipper, but he encircled her wrist with his fingers, spun her away from him, and gently secured her arm behind her back. The thrill of being imprisoned shot through her. Excitement of being captured made her muscles clench again.

He nudged her toward the wall until her free palm rested on the smooth surface, and her upper body pressed against it. His hard cock bumped against her ass, and she shivered in anticipation.

“Is this okay?” The words beside her ear were laced with the same urgency coursing through her body.

“More than okay.” She knew he’d release her without hesitation if she asked him to.

Growling, he reached between them to push his jeans down. When his bare erection rubbed against her, she moaned. With his free hand, he reached in front of her to caress one nipple to a stiff peak. She rubbed against him, and her breathing grew ragged.

“You are exquisite,” he murmured, as his lips trailed along her shoulder then up to nibble at her ear.

“If you don’t come inside me soon, I’m going to scream,” she said.

“Mm. Good. I like it when you scream,” he purred against her.

His fingers trailed down her side then over her hip and around to her clit. She gasped, and he nudged her legs wider with his knee. After drawing several slow circles over the sensitive nub, he pushed his hand down lower, over her wetness. Spreading her labia, one quick thrust of his hips and he grunted as he slid home.

“So fucking wet and hot.” He retreated then thrust deep again, coaxing a whimper from her lips. “I could stay inside you for the rest of my life.” He bit down on her shoulder, careful not to break the skin.

“Landon!”

“Yesss. Scream my name. Never forget how much pleasure we can bring to one another.” He slammed up into her again, increasing the rhythm of his undulating hips.

She tugged at the arm he still held imprisoned behind her, and he released her. Pushing back, he groaned when he slipped from inside her. She spun around and went to her knees, reaching for him. A second later, she took his hard cock into her mouth, licking and sucking until he grunted with each shallow thrust of his hips.

“Krista!” he said between clenched teeth, but she didn’t relent, taking him even deeper down her throat. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he barked.

When she still refused to relent, he reached down, picked her up, urged her legs around his waist then impaled her once again.

“Back there.” She pointed to where the small bedroom was.

Each step bounced her over his hardness, causing them to groan in unison. When they made it to the small bed, he tumbled her to her back and continued to thrust into her. Reaching above her, he gripped the wooden headboard and took up a hard, fast stroking that stole the breath from her lungs. She wrapped her legs around him as each plunge pushed her up the mattress.

The pressure in her body made her skin hurt, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her as she peered up at his beautifully sculpted arms. Each slam of his hips made his biceps bulge. When she looked at his face, she sucked in a sharp breath. He watched her, intense pleasure burning in the depths of his eyes.

“Come for me, Krista.”

As though her body was his to command, her inner muscles clenched down hard around him. Two more thrusts, and the pressure burst, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. She screamed out until her throat was hoarse then whimpered as the overwhelming aftershocks of pleasures shook her.

Seconds later, every muscle in his body tightened as his release overtook him. Hot jets of his seed spurted with each short, hard thrust, while he grunted with each stroke. As both of their climaxes began to ebb, he slowed the rhythm until he barely moved inside her. But every shift, every slide of his cock, dragged along over-sensitized nerves, making her quiver in the bliss of the aftermath of pleasure.

“I missed you so much.” He kissed her on the forehead. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him, tucking her against him.

“Don’t do that to me again,” she said.

He leaned up and looked down at her. “Um, what?”

She laughed and swatted him on the shoulder. “Leave.”

“Shew. You had me really worried there for a minute.” He chuckled.

“Ha ha.” She turned her head to stare up at him. “I mean it. If you ever make me upset and worried like that again, I will kick your ass.”

He kissed her. “Sugar, if I upset or worry you like that again, I’ll let you kick my ass.”

She rolled over, placed her palm against his chest, and pushed him until he shifted onto his back. After straddling him, she traced a trail over his rock-hard abs.
Something else is getting rock hard again, too.
She smiled down at him as she wiggled her bottom across his growing erection.

“By the way, I haven’t had enough yet.”

He raised one brow. “Then by all means, I’m here to please.”

“This time, it’s my ride to control,” she said as she pushed his arms above his head and guided his hands to the headboard. “Don’t move.” She leaned down, circled, then nipped his small, flat nipple with her tongue.

He whistled under his breath. “How can I argue with that logic?”

Within seconds, all playfulness was gone and every nip and lick of her tongue elicited a growl, grunt, or groan from him. By the time she worked her way down to his cock, it was standing at full, glorious attention. She looked up at him, gave him a sultry grin, then pushed her breasts together, gripping his penis between them.

His lids widened, she stroked up and down, and his mouth fell open on a gasp. By his reaction, he didn’t mind one bit that she was in control this round. After a few more thrusts, she took him into her mouth, first sucking on the crown, then licking a path along the prominent vein that ran the length of him, down to his balls, and back again. Palming his sac, she took her time pleasuring him with her mouth and tongue.

“You’re going to kill me for sure this time, sugar,” he said before clenching his jaw.

“I sure hope not. I still have plans for you.” Kissing her way up his abdomen, she straddled him again, placing her palms on his chest for leverage and impaled herself on his thick shaft. He filled her completely, stretching her, sliding along every nerve ending, coaxing her body into a sizzling burn. She rode him, slow and deep, until they were both panting.

“You feel incredible, sugar.”

She arched and came down on him again, her ass smacking the tops of his thighs. “Move your hands
now
and take me hard and fast.”

Without hesitation, he sat up, gripped her by the hips, tossed her onto her back then pushed her knees toward her shoulders, opening her wide. With one hard thrust, he was deeper than she thought possible.

“Landon!” Damn, the man knew how to make her feel good.

Twining his fingers with hers, he pinned her hands to the mattress as he began pounding into her. Within seconds, they were both crying out their release.

Later, she lay draped over his chest, listening to the soothing, steady beat of his heart under her ear.

“You make me happy,” she whispered before kissing his chest.

He hugged her tighter, holding her secure against him. “You make me happy, too. I love you. More than anything in this world. I wish I never made you doubt that.”

“I don’t think I ever doubted that you loved me. I only worried that you would never find a way to let go of your guilt, and unless you did, I knew the odds were stacked against us.”

“You’re right. In the end, you’re the one who made me put the past behind me. I never had a good enough reason to do it before. It seemed I was happy to wallow in my own self-pity and guilt. But I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Being miserable in my guilt was nothing compared to facing the rest of my life without you,” he said.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to tell you that I’ll be building a house here next spring or summer, after the sanctuary is complete. I have the basic plans drawn up, but I would love to look them over with you and make any changes you’d like,” she said.

“I would love to design our home with you. I’ll help with the finances, as well.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“You didn’t have to. We’re together now. I’ll do my part and more when you will allow it.” He frowned. “I have this feeling that I’ll have to be sneaky about the
and more
since you are one stubborn woman.”

“Not true at all. I don’t have a problem with you doing the dishes, and cleaning the house, and—” She laughed when he tickled her ribs.

Rolling her to her back, he nestled his hips between her thighs. “And do you have a problem with me making love to you constantly? Because you know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you from now on. Every time we are alone, every time we aren’t alone and no one is paying attention, every time—”

She covered his lips with her hand. “I get it. Let me think.” She pursed her lips into a pout then smiled up at him. “Nope. Don’t think I have a problem with that. As long as you understand I get to have my wicked way with you anytime I want, as well.”

“Sugar, I’m yours. Anytime. Anywhere. All you have to do is say the word.”

She reached between them and encircled his growing cock. “Maybe I don’t need words to convey my intentions,” she whispered.

He groaned. “No. You definitely do not. Your intentions are quite clear.”