We stumble our way upstairs, never separating our lips. Landon gently places me in the middle of the bed. His hands run up my inner thigh, pushing up my dress. He impatiently pushes it over my head. When I am free of the dress, he sits back and stares down at me.

After what seems forever, he let out a groan. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night? Knowing you weren’t wearing a bra?” He shakes his head. “Driving me to absolutely insane.”

He leans down and kisses down my neck, making sure the only part of him to touch me is his lips. “So sexy,” he murmurs against my skin, causing more heat to bloom low in my belly.

“Landon,” I say breathlessly.

“Mmmm,” he moans against my skin.

“Please,” I gasp as his tongue twirls around my nipple.

“Please what?” He sucks it into his mouth, and I arch my back off the mattress, gasping. He lets it go and grins.

“Please what?” he repeats.

“I need—” He sucks on the other one.

“Need what?” he asks before continuing his torturous licks.

“You. I need you. Now.”

Landon looks up at me and grins. “As you wish,” he says, quoting my favorite movie.

True to his words, he does everything I wish and more. We spend the night tangled in each other. Exploring in ways we never have before.

I wake to the demands of my bladder. Landon spoons me, his arm protectively wrapped around my waist. When I move to get up, he groans and pulls me tighter to him.

“Landon,” I whisper. He nuzzles his head into my hair ignoring me.

“Landon,” I say again louder. Nothing.

“Landon, I have to pee,” I practically yell. His body starts shaking with laughter, and he rolls off me.

“Jerk,” I say indignantly before stomping off to the bathroom.

When I come back into the room, Landon is laying on his side facing me, his head propped in his hand. He pats the bed in front of him and waggles his eyebrows with great exaggeration.

I shake my head at him. “No, you have to go into work, and I have stuff to do today,” I say, heading toward the closet.

He flops down onto his back with a sigh. “I work all day to bring home a little money for milk and bread, and what’s my reward? I get kicked out of my own bed,” he says playfully.

I roll my eyes at his antics. “Poor baby. If only you didn’t decide to become the CEO of a major tech company,” I mock.

He pouts his lips. I put on one of his button-up dress shirts. It is a baby blue color and falls to the top of my knees.

He whistles. “I do like you in my shirt, though.”

I smile over my shoulder at him. He finally gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and head downstairs to start the coffee. Mrs. Fanny already has breakfast ready and waiting for us in the breakfast nook. Too hungry to wait for Landon, I dig in.