Hidden Prey (Lawmen) (26 page)

It only lasted a moment and then the haunted look was back in her eyes. She turned her attention to the guitar. “Teach me another one.”

She picked up everything so quickly that it amazed him. She only had to be told once and she had the tune memorized.

“I haven’t listened to a lot of country music.” She picked through a melody that he had just taught her. “One thing I’ve always admired about the music is that the artists are such amazing storytellers.”

“I grew up with country music.” His mind traveled back to his school years. “Mom plays the piano and Dad handles a guitar pretty well, and they both have great voices. I’ve always thought my mom sings like an angel.” He couldn’t help a smile as he thought of those days. “They taught my sisters and me from the time we were big enough to sing and then to play guitar or piano.”

“You clearly have vocal talent.” She picked through another melody. “I’d like to hear you play sometime.”

He looked at his injured arm then back to Tori. “Give me a few days and I’ll be back in fine shape.”

“Dr. Fallon said it’s going to take longer than that to recover.” Tori set the guitar flat on her lap, exhaustion in her eyes. “But she also said you’d be hard to keep down.”

“She knows me pretty well.” He glanced at a digital display on the DVD player, noting the time. “It’s getting late. You’ve had a hell of a day and not much rest last night.”

Tori set the guitar on the floor and leaned it against an end table. “Sleep sounds so good.”

He rose at the same time she got to her feet and he stepped toward her. He touched her face with his fingers and he realized then that he wanted her more than he’d wanted anyone in his life.

Her dark eyes grew heavy-lidded as he brought her close, and he sensed the force of her desire.

“What about your head?” She lightly touched his forehead with her fingertips. “Dr. Fallon said you might have a concussion.”

“I feel perfectly fine.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “More than fine.”

Tori shivered beneath Landon’s touch as arousal darkened his green eyes. Her exhaustion fled and she felt renewed energy. She craved his touch with a power that awakened the fire inside her that had burned so hot last night.

When he lowered his head, she met him halfway and his mouth covered hers. His palm was warm against her cheek and the heat traveled through her body. He sucked her tongue, drawing it into his mouth and a thrill traveled straight between her thighs, causing her to grow wetter than she already was.

Her breasts ached and her taut nipples pushed against her T-shirt. His touch and the certainty that he desired her as much as she wanted him made her even hotter for him. She wanted to feel his length and thickness inside her as he filled her once again. It had been amazing having him in her last night and she wanted to feel that sense of completion again, the exquisite feeling of fullness.

He slid his fingers into her hair and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him. She loved the feel of the dominant, possessive move. She leaned closer and felt his arm between them. In her haze of lust and need, she had forgotten something important.

She drew away and his fingers slid through her hair. Her breathing was hard as she looked up at him. “Your arm. You’re injured.”

A slow and sensual smile curved the corner of his mouth. “The rest of me isn’t.”

Her belly fluttered and she slid her palms up his broad chest, feeling the rise and fall, and she linked her arms around his neck, ever careful of his wound. “If you think you can handle me.”

His gaze was smoky through his heavy-lidded eyes. “Honey, I can handle anything you dish out.”

“We’ll see about that.” Butterflies darting around in her belly, she stepped back and captured his hand in hers. “I plan on riding you hard, cowboy.”

“You’re killing me.” He squeezed her hand in his and led her down the hall, his strides long, as if he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Her heart thumped and a shivery sense of excitement prickled her skin. He flipped on a bedside light as he brought her into a bedroom. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room that had a king-sized bed in the center with an old-fashioned travel trunk at its foot. A bureau, a large rocking chair, and two nightstands were in the room.

She barely noticed the things in his room. It was Landon who captivated her attention and in a moment he was all she could think about, all that she cared about.

“I want to see your body.” He skimmed his knuckles along the side of her neck, his expression filled with passion that nearly swept her away. “Show me all of you.”

She wasn’t sure she could breathe, much less take her clothing off. He parted from her, letting his hand slide down her arm before they were separated. She stepped back a few feet and thought about how she wanted to drive him crazy, and all of the things she wanted to do to him and have done to her.

When she grasped the bottom of her T-shirt, she pulled it up in a sensual movement meant to tease and tantalize him. By his taut expression, she knew it was working. She wiggled as she tugged the shirt over her head before throwing it aside.

His hungry gaze and the bulge beneath his jeans gave her a feeling of power that she’d never experienced before. She watched the heat flare in his eyes as she reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and dropped it to the floor.

He took a step forward, but she held up one hand, her palm facing him. “Stay right there.” She heard the huskiness in her own voice, the incredible need building and building within her.

His jaw tightened and he looked as if he had to restrain himself. “Keep teasing me, honey, and all bets are off.”

“No touching. Not yet.” She shook her finger at him. “I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to.”

His eyes narrowed as if he was about to come undone. He kicked off one of his shoes, then the other as he watched her.

Her gaze held his as she kicked off the cheap new athletic shoes, and moved her fingers to the button of her jeans. She unbuttoned them and drew the zipper down in a slow, tantalizing motion.

“You are driving me out of my mind.” His voice was husky and the veins in his arm stood out as he clenched his fist.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She shimmied out of her jeans, easing them down to her bare feet. As much as she wanted him, she wasn’t going to hurry this erotic dance. It was too exciting, too breathtaking, knowing that he wanted her so badly he could barely hold himself back.

He groaned as she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slid them over her hips and thighs, inch by aching inch. When they reached her feet, she stepped out of the panties and the jeans.

He took another step forward, but again she raised her hand. “I’ll tell you when.”

His gaze followed her hands as she skimmed them over her belly, continuing up to cup her breasts. As she felt the weight of them in her hands, she thought she heard a hitch in his breath as she pinched her nipples and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. Her sensitive nipples begged for his mouth, but she wasn’t finished erotically torturing him yet.

He took in her every movement as she slid one hand down to her mound. She slipped her finger into her wetness and stroked her clit. It was so sensitized that her own touch caused her to moan.

The way he was watching her, like an animal straining against its leash, made her ache even more between her thighs and she had to assuage the need. She circled her clit before sliding her fingers lower and dipping them into her wet core.

“I’m warning you, woman.” His throat worked as he spoke. “I’m about to take you over my knee and spank you for teasing me the way you are.”

“Next time you can spank me.” She gave him a smile meant to fuel the fire she saw in his eyes. “This time you watch.”

Landon knew he was going to lose it, and lose it big. He was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful, or if Tori didn’t stop.

Her sensual smile and the way she touched herself made his cock swell and feel as if his jeans were strangling it. Her lips parted and her lids lowered so that she was watching him through the slits of her eyelids as she took him to the very edge.

She moaned as her finger moved over her clit while she pinched her nipple with her other hand. Her finger moved faster over her clit and she gasped as she looked ready to climax. He almost dropped to his knees, wanting to lick her sweet flesh and make her climax with his mouth.

But she clearly enjoyed what she was doing to him. Her breathing became harsher and she tipped her head back, falling into the sensations. A few more strokes and she gave a cry. Her hips bucked against her hand and her whole body seemed to shudder.

Unable to stop himself, he took the few steps between them and slid his hand to her lower back as he brought his mouth down on hers. Her body still vibrated from her orgasm as she drew it out with her fingers. He stole the rest of her breath with his kiss, needing to feel her orgasm as he held her. When her body stilled, he raised his head and looked down at her.

He put his hand over her heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath his palm. She took a deep breath, tension easing from her features and she slipped her fingers out of her wet folds.

Her pupils dilated as he replaced her fingers with his, and she shuddered when he touched her clit. He brought his fingers from her folds and raised them to his nose. He inhaled her scent, drawing it into him, and a rumble rose up in his chest. Her lips parted, her gaze smoky, as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and tasted her.

He slid his fingers from his mouth. “I love how you taste.” He slid his fingers into her hair. “I want to make you come with my mouth and my tongue.”

The flash of pure desire in her eyes almost drove him to his knees. “I have the control and I intend to take full advantage of you.”

Before he could form a reply, she gave him a sensual look and slid out of his grasp as she knelt on the floor in front of him.

He nearly groaned aloud. What she’d done before—he’d never been with a woman who could deep-throat him, taking all of him. Last night she hadn’t even come up for air often as she sucked him. He wasn’t sure he could handle another round.

She pushed up his shirt and splayed her fingers on his abs. She slid her palms higher, touching the expanse of his chest before running her hands down to the waistband of his jeans. She trailed her fingers along his skin, just beneath the waistband above his erection, and his heartbeat grew louder in his ears.

“I loved having your cock in my mouth last night.” She smiled as she deftly released the button with her musician’s hands. “I want it again. More than anything.” She looked up and met his gaze as she pulled his zipper. “Almost anything.”

He groaned as she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to release his cock and balls. She was too much. “I’m warning you—” Words failed him as she grasped his cock and he hissed out a breath.

She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, before licking the pre-come. He clenched his fist at his side and gritted his teeth. He was not going to climax, damn it. He was going to fuck her—if he survived.

“I love the taste of your come.” She sighed, her breath warm on his cock and causing him to damn near orgasm without her even taking him completely into her mouth. “I love the salt of your skin.”

“Damn it, Tori.” He tried to make it sound like a warning, but it was barely audible through his gritted teeth.

Her eyes never left his as she slid her mouth along its length.

“Jesus.” He grasped a handful of her hair and pushed her head all the way down. She took him willingly, all the way into her throat. “I never knew musicians were so damned talented.”

She stared up at him and sucked. She fondled his balls, making little circles with one finger behind the sac. She traced the skin between his balls to the front and a shudder of pleasure traveled over his skin.

With her other hand, she grasped his cock as she moved her head up and down. Watching her head bob while she took him deep only made the feeling in his groin tighter and powerfully intense. Sweat broke out on his skin as he felt the strong suction of her tongue and mouth that threatened to make him come. She’d been right. When she went down on him, she had all the control.

He had to stop her from taking it too far, to the point of no return. He pulled her hair hard, tugging her head back. His cock slipped from her mouth. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him. Her eyes were soft and liquid brown. He was a goner for sure.

“Hold on.” He removed his belt and laid his Glock on the nightstand. When his belt was off, he turned back to Tori, his heart beating a mile a minute.

She grasped his jeans and boxer briefs and tugged them all the way to the floor and he saw by her eyes that she loved what she saw. He stepped out of his clothing and then she slipped off each of his socks with his help.

This woman was going to be the death of him. Death due to being deep-throated by a gorgeous woman. What a way to go.

When Landon was naked from the waist down, Tori took in his rock hard muscular body. She loved sucking his cock, loved to have the hard length of him in her mouth and down her throat. He felt so good, tasted so good.