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Steamy(3)
Author: Cat Johnson

She ached for the man with the easy smile and silly jokes. But war didn’t just change a man, it changed the family. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes met hers. “Thanks.” He paused. “You’re the only one who treats me like Landon.”

Inexplicably, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked down, blinking hard.

“Iris? You okay?”

A laugh escaped her, and she brushed at her eyes before looking up again. “I just really missed you, Landon. More than I should have.”

“I missed you more than I should have too. A lot more.”

She smiled. “Do you remember the date we never had?”

His grin was quick, and a glimpse of the boy she’d once known showed up. “Not a day goes by I don’t wonder ‘what if.’”

“Me too.” Her skin flushed under the clothes she’d agonized over for thirty minutes.

Desire darkened his eyes and made her thighs clench. It was wrong to want him. He would break her heart, just like all the other men she’d loved with their hero complexes. He wouldn’t mean it, but it would happen anyway. It always did.

But if she was going down, she’d go down in flames, taking him with her. “Want to head to my place? Show me how you imagined that date ending?”

His grin spoke of dirty promises. “I thought you’d never ask.”

 

 

5

 

 

Don’t be Gentle

 

 

“This is it,” Iris said, as she opened the door to her apartment and flipped on a light. “Home sweet home.”

Landon’s gaze landed on various aspects about the living room he walked into, noting it looked homey and stylish at the same time. A fleece throw on the sofa, an e-reader left on the edge of the coffee table, pictures of her in various places with different people on the mantle. “It’s nice.”

She tossed her purse on a small dining table and walked into the galley kitchen that opened to the living area. “Want a drink?”

“Sure, whatever you’re drinking.”

With two beers in her hand, she walked toward him as he stood in the middle of the living room. She handed him one and clinked them together. “Cheers.” They drank, eyes on each other.

How the fuck was he going to get out of this intact? Iris stood before him looking like she’d stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. In her painted-on jeans and a nearly see-through black top, she was every fantasy come true.

Lust stormed her eyes, making them a deep purple. She licked her lips after she swallowed, drawing his stare to them. His cock strained against his zipper, and his breath backed up in his lungs. She was a siren he couldn’t resist the call of, even though his head told him to ignore the noise. Could he do this?

Are you trying to be celibate? I’m dying here. Damn, that little fucker in his jeans was demanding.

Iris shifted closer to him until there was nothing but her heat and the quiet of the apartment surrounding him. She took his beer and set both bottles on the coffee table. “What happens next in your fantasy, Landon?”

Desire flared in his gut, and he fisted his hands at his sides. “Iris…” Her name was a whispered prayer, a plea.

She lifted a hand and ran her fingertips over his cheek, her touch smooth and soft. An involuntary shiver went through him. “Shhh…I want this.”

“This will change things.” Another link of the leash snapped.

“Maybe I want things to change.” Her gaze dropped to his chest where she popped a button on his shirt. She lifted her eyes back to his. “Did you ever wonder about me? What it would be like between us?”

“Every day since I was sixteen.”

Her eyes widened slightly before her lips curved into a feline smile. “Me too. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Snap.

He tried once more, but his hands uncurled and landed on her hips. “This is really what you want? To cross that line?”

There was no hesitation. “Yes.”

He moved one hand up and wrapped her dark hair loosely in a fist, pulling back gently so her eyes met his, their mouths a breath apart. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

Her body vibrated against his. “Don’t be gentle,” she whispered.

His mouth met hers in a burst of need, the beast off its leash that wanted nothing more than to consume her. She met his demands with her own, taking all he gave. It was a kiss with nearly fifteen years of desire fueling it. Her tongue was hot sliding against his and spurring him on.

Damn, the woman could kiss.

“Bedroom?” he murmured against her lips. There was no way he was going to fuck her for the first time on the floor or up against the wall. Maybe the second or third.

“Door behind you.”

He palmed her ass and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his head. When she took his mouth again, he reconsidered the up against the wall idea.

In her room, clothing hit the floor in record time. It was a surreal feeling having her body wrapped around his with nothing between them.

Landon lay next to her, the heat from her body burning him from the inside out. Holding her head in place, he made love to her mouth with his tongue. He teased, gave, and took until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

He lifted his head and looked down at her. "I just want to look at you for a minute," he whispered, drinking in the curves of her face. “Iris, you're stunning.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice a wisp of breath.

She swallowed, her eyes dark with lust matching his own. Holding her gaze, his hands cruised over lush, satiny curves he’d never get enough of. She spread her legs without hesitation, moaning slightly as his fingers dipped into her wet heat. “You like that?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.” Her words came out in breathless, husky tones. She canted her hips up, searching for connection.

In the dim lighting of the room, she was all shadows and secrets. A sight to behold, Iris was a dark angel sent to make him forget everything holding him back. The nightmares, the uncertainty of what’s next. He branded her lips with a kiss that was hot, desperate, and consuming. Her hand came up, gripping the back of his neck, her fingernails leaving pinpricks on his skin. He curled his finger inside her, her pussy clenching around it.

“Oh, God!” Iris dropped her head against the pillow. “I want to feel you inside me.”

His cock was so hard it ached. “Condom?”

Her hair rustled against the pillow when she nodded. “Nightstand.”

Seconds later, he was sheathed and poised at her entrance. Her eyes turned the color of storm clouds as he rocked against her, teasing and torturing. She planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips, seeking connection.

“Please, Landon.” Iris panted, arching against him.

Unable to hold out any longer, he sank into her with one solid thrust. They moaned in unison, their hands joined on either side of her head. The intensity of her muscles surrounding his cock overwhelmed him. “You’re better than any fantasy I had.”

“I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me,” she gasped out.

He set a slow, torturous rhythm at first. Every nerve ending in his body was sensitive to every move made, every breath taken. Tension coiled in his balls each time he pushed back inside her wet heat. With each long stroke, the sense of urgency built, both desperate to consume the other. Rearing up, he pushed back her knees, changing the angle, where he was so deep he didn’t know where he ended and Iris began. The feeling of being one with her was too much.

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