More Than Words: A Novella Read Online Free Page B

his, he takes over. His lips are like sin, blistering hot against mine. I've never been kissed like this before—with such passion that it overpowers all my senses. He tangles his tongue with mine, and I grip his shirt in response. The throbbing between my legs increases, begging for release. I know that I shouldn't. It's just supposed to be kissing, carefully exploring the boundaries. Not crossing them.
     
    But I can't help myself.
     
    I scoot closer until I press against the hardened ridge under his jeans. I grind against it, and the pleasure surges.
     
    Landon tears his lips away. “For someone who doesn't have much experience, it certainly feels like you know what you're doing.” His voice is hoarse.
     
    “I'm just going with it.”
     
    “Your instincts are impressive.”
     
    “I graduated at the top of my class.”
     
    “You'll be on top in this class.” He gives me a lopsided grin, pulling us back until he's lying across my bed. He pulls me down to his chest, our noses touching. “If you keep grinding against me like that, I may not be able to hold back. I don't know how much research you're planning on doing tonight, but you might want to give me an idea now.”
     
    Right...research. That's what this is. Where do I want tonight to go? How do I want it to end? My desire for him has deepened and, just like him, I don't think I can restrain myself any longer. Everything that's happened so far tonight has been with clothes on and I've felt more pleasure from that than all my other experiences combined.
     
    I answer him by reaching down and tugging his shirt. He sits up long enough for me to remove it and toss it to the floor. It's the first time I've seen him without a shirt and, damn, have I been missing out. The hard planes of his chest are impossible to ignore...or keep my hands off. I touch him, discovering how amazing it feels to run my hands over his body. Not to mention how sexy chest hair is when it's on him. He looks more rugged than boyish now.
     
    “Maybe you shouldn't enjoy this so much,” he teases, reminding me of my words from earlier.
     
    “It's not my fault you look like sex on a stick.”
     
    He laughs out loud, and it creates a gentle rumbling between our bodies. I sit back up, taking off my own shirt while he stares up at me, hands behind his head. I give him a shy smile. “Are you enjoying the show?”
     
    Landon grins, sitting up again to place his hands on either side of my ribcage. “Obviously. May I?” he asks, slipping a hand back to the clasps on my bra. I nod slowly, and his fingers make quick work of getting it off. The cups fall away, exposing my breasts for his eyes to feast on. He stares for a moment, taking it all in. A hand covers one of my breasts, while the other holds on to my waist. “Exquisite.”
     
    I sigh as he squeezes gently, my nipple hardening under his palm. He does the same with my other breast. I bite my lip and close my eyes. The way it feels holds me like an embrace. It spreads through me, from my core to my fingers and toes. His touch is delicate, treasuring. I can't get enough. “More,” I say, not even knowing the word was on the tip of my tongue until I said it.
     
    Before I can process it, his mouth is around my nipple, sucking and licking. My fingers delve into his hair, holding tight. He teases the tight bud, swirling his tongue around it. It almost becomes too much, so I pull him away and shove him back down, pressing our bare chests together. With eyes full of desire, he says, “There's my tigress.”
     
    A powerful feeling comes over me, making me brave. I kiss him hard, and he responds by wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. His kisses become rougher, insistent. I start to rub against him again, and he growls. I pull away, getting off his lap. He seems concerned for a second, then he sees me unbuttoning and yanking off my jeans and he hurriedly does the same. I slip off my panties. Before he kicks his pants off the