Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (12 page)

I said, rather matter-of-factly.

"Damn that Sunday and those Japanese
I was stuck with."

I kept on laughing.

"Well, my loss, another angel's
luck."

"Damn you Landon Davis, damn you to
hell and beyond."

I turned to him. His jaw was stiff as
stone. His face was gloomy, and dangerous. There was an irrevocable shift in
his temper. I frowned at his expression.

"Anyway." He finally said.

"Just hang in there. I'll find a
way."

"Okay, just not Eve."

"I heard you buddy. Let's talk Monday
as scheduled."

He hung up the phone abruptly and just
stood there, with me in his lap.

I debated whether I should venture and ask
him about the sudden change of attitude or not.

I leaned further and smiled tenderly.

"What's wrong?"

His face sobered, suddenly unreadable.

"Nothing. Shall we head to
dinner?"

His tone was composed, and stern.

"Clearly not. I'm not moving anywhere
until I get an answer."

"I hope you enjoy disappointment
then."

I frowned completely confused. I really
didn't understand what happened to him.

"I hope you don't, because I'm not
moving unless you talk to me."

We both stood there. My stomach quivered.
I just flew all the way from New York in the hope of spending a nice weekend with
him, and he seemed resigned to ruin it all of the sudden. I was determined to
discover what had gotten into him.

I stared into his eyes, without a blink.
It was challenging, since my whole body was going into a slow, agonizing
meltdown. I wanted to relief my distress with his lips. I was afraid he'd
reject me in his state but did it anyway.

I slowly brushed my lips against his.

He flinched.

I gathered some courage, pulled his lower
lip between my teeth, and bit it until he groaned.

That was all it took for him to wrap his
arms around me and respond with a violent hungry kiss.

It wasn't a kiss. It was a statement. He
sucked my tongue to the point of hurt extracting a loud moan and clasped the back
of my head deepening the kiss as if he needed it more than his next breath. I
shuffled on his lap and straddled him. I was a ball of furious wanton. I wanted
him more than I'd wanted anything else in my whole life. We kept kissing and
biting at each other. I unconsciously rocked my hips against him. I licked him
along his jaw, his hot breath all over my face making me hotter.

"You're amazing
Clea
. I don't ever want to stop kissing
you."

I moaned loudly at his words.

"I want to taste you. I'll go mad if
I don’t. I need to make you come!"

Oh my god!

I couldn't stop kissing him; I could feel
his heart thrumming in his mouth.

He pulled away, again.

"Now
Clea
!"

Landon grabbed me from my waist and lifted
me on his desk. He abruptly pushed everything on it and leaned to kiss me. He
brought his hands to my popover and unbuttoned it then pulled it over my head.
Without waiting any longer, he unclasped by bras as if it was a magic trick...

Something hot glimmered in his eyes. His
eyes traveled all over my naked breasts. I shivered.

He cupped them both and tormented them
just enough to make me lose my mind. I stifled a low moan.

"Don't bite that lip."

He warned and sucked on a hard nipple.

I hadn't realized I was biting my lip. I
was completely taken by what he did to me, relishing the feel of his velvety
tongue circling each nipple; each suck took me a little further over the
precipice. I clasped each edge of the glass desk.

"Oh."

I cried out at one hard bite; it felt as
heavenly as it was painful.

He kept the torturous feeling moving from
one nipple to the other, making me go crazy at each loss and retrieval of
contact with my sensitive tits.

"You're so sweet. So
responsive."

I looked into his eyes, silently begging
him to do whatever needed to relieve me from the alienating feeling.

"I want you to come in my
mouth."

He said sealing our lips together again.

Suddenly a light pull at each nipple sent
a shot of electricity through my whole body. I griped out at the sweet
affliction.

He pulled at both nipples, simultaneously
elongating them between his thumbs and fingers. Each pull brought a sweeter
agony that crept all the way down my groin, making me less and less aware of
anything other than his deft, skilled fingers.

I couldn't keep on kissing him with the
loud moans, he just kept his lips on mine taking my breath away from me.

With one long, last hard pull, my legs
stiffened, and the floor crumbled away. My body couldn't hold it anymore. I
exploded into a million pieces under his dexterous fingers. He absorbed every
cry, every moan, deepening a kiss I could barely respond to.

I was
breathing erratically, my chest heaving. My brain cells were shattered along
the mess he'd made pushing a stack of pens and papers from the desk. I had never
experienced such a powerful feeling. He blew on my reddened nipples, cooling
the burn, with profuse licks.

"You're ambrosial."

Landon leveled his gaze with my blurry
one.

"My sweet, sweet Miss Dane."

He murmured.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't think.

He brought his hands to my waist, sliding
his fingers under my pants and unzipped them briskly. He lifted me on shaky
legs without taking his eyes off of me. I steadied myself holding onto his
shoulders. He bent down on one knee and pulled one shoe; then the other. I
watched him intently as if I was dreaming him.

Landon
pulled on my panties along with my Capris. His head was at my navel's level. I
shuffled out of what'd remained of my clothes. He nuzzled at my navel, lowering
down to the apex of my thighs. I tensed.

"Shh... You smell heavenly
baby."

Baby... Baby...

The word reasoned repeatedly in the back
of my head.

He lifted me and sat me on the desk again.
The cool feel sent electroshocks through my hot skin. Landon pulled at his desk
chair and sat. I eyed him quizzically, not understanding what he was doing. He
relaxed further and stared at me. His dark eyes pierced through my skin, it
felt like he was undressing my flesh itself.

I was bared to him, feeling vulnerable.

I tightened my legs and put my arms across
my chest, suddenly self-conscious about the whole ambiance.

"Now, now, Miss Dane."

He said shaking his head, then leaned
towards me pulling my arms. I let go, looking down at my feet. I was timidly
affected by him, by what was happening.

"Look at me."

His words were gentle, yet commandeering.
I blinked at him.

He brushed his knuckles along my neck then
slid his hand all the way along my arm, reaching between my legs.

"I don't want you to hide from me,
ever."

He pushed my legs apart and leaned in to
press several feather kisses along the insides of my thighs. He relaxed, back
in his chair.

"You're a delightful sight. I want to
admire you before I taste you."

My heart skipped a beat, or several ones.
As much as I was disconcerted by my unbearable display, I was savoring his
words and his hot gleam. He made me feel beautiful and desirable; I'd never
perceived myself like that before.

I'd
watched him study me for what seemed like an eternity before he'd brought his
palm back between my breasts. I opened my lips slightly, to accommodate
quickening breaths. His softly callused palms glided slowly down my stomach, my
navel, until it reached the speck remains of my Brazilian and lower.

I could
admit that it was the first time; someone other than me had touched me there.
The sensation was a mix of fear and delight, but I couldn't help it, I
stiffened.

He circled around my clit. His breath
hitched.

"You’re so lusciously wet." He'd
said with his eyes closed.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me, something
shifted inside me. I was no longer scared.

"Do you trust me?"

I nodded.

"Say it!"

He ordered.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I trust you."

I said letting out a breath, I didn't know
I was holding.

"Good. Now, I’m going to make you come
again. We are alone on the floor, you are free to scream, shout, or whatever
you need to do as long as you don't bite that lip."

He touched it lightly.

Landon
started drawing circles around my clit again, and again, and again. I groaned.
He trusted a finger inside me and my whole body stiffened.

"Shh, I got you. Trust,
remember?"

He thrust his finger repeatedly, until I
relaxed.

When, his tongue came on my sweet spot, my
brain shut down completely. It was a nameless innervation, totally exotic to my
senses. I shut my eyes close. In the darkness, I saw flashes of red light. He
kept going in circles; my heartbeat went into overdrive. I grasped his hair and
groaned leaning further onto the glass.

I was keenly aware of every lick, every
move, and every thrust. I drowned into a world of delicious pleasure. My
insides quivered and stilled, a pressure building in my groin.

I was close.

"So euphorically sweet."

So close...

Landon pulled his finger and circled
slowly around my sensitive skin.

He was teasing me, I could tell.

"Please."

I breathed out.

He pushed to his feet and towered over me,
his fingers still unleashing a torturous rhythm.

He looked down on me; a sinful gaze
sparkled in the dark.

"I'm sorry; did you say something
Miss Dane?"

He kept tormenting me, so close, yet so
far.

"Please."

I said again.

"Please what? Is there something
wrong Miss Dane?"

He pushed a finger slightly and pulled it
out just as fast.

I was getting frustrated, yet, I needed
him to continue.

"I can't...”

He cocked his head.

"You can't what? You can't let go.
You can't take it anymore. You can't what Miss Dane?"

I had no idea why he was torturing me, he
didn't stop, if he'd stopped, I might've just calmed down and gave him a piece
of my mind; but he held me somewhere between heaven and hell, and he knew what
he was doing, skillfully and smugly so.

"I can't take it, please
Landon!"

I cried out.

His eyes turned darker and somewhat,
defying.

"Should we call Mr. Avery to relieve
you then?"

What the hell?

My eyes shot wide-open in disbelief, and I
blinked rapidly.

Landon held my gaze and spoke slowly and
sternly.

"It is killing me to see you this
way, it truly is."

He paused, thrusting his torturous finger
inside me again.

"But you need to understand something
Miss Dane. You may think me insane, but you were mine from the moment you fell
into my arms. I was willing to do whatever possible to guarantee that; even
when I'd thought you were fucking your friends."

I had lost complete control over both my
body and my brain. He possessed both of them with his deft fingers and more so,
with his words.

Mine!

"And I'm not in the habit of sharing
what is mine with other people. I might share several businesses with Mr.
Avery, but I own most of it in figures and otherwise. I might share a law firm
with Miss Crawley, but I assure you it only belongs to me, as do you.
Therefore, don't you ever suggest that you'd fall for another man, no matter
whether I know him or not. Ever, Miss Dane."

As he spoke his mind, he grew into a relentless
spiral with each word, and with each thought and feel, I convulsed onto the
desk and under his gaze. It was forceful. I climaxed affected by his words and
touch, groaning and moaning, unashamed and unafraid.

He slipped down and sucked my swollen, red
skin. His groan vibrated through me.

My
breath was still ragged as I came down from my orgasm, his words echoed in my
head until they formed coherently. He gently pulled me to him, lifted me in his
arms and walked me to a sofa that faced a breathtaking view; almost as breath
cutting as the man holding me in his arms.