Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (31 page)

He asked his expression unreadable and
took a sip of his hot tea.

I didn’t understand the question; or what
he meant.

“What?”

I frowned.

He set the cup on the tray, slid closer,
and then spoke inches from my face.

"I can tell it's bothering you, your
body language tells me everything you won't say, remember?”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

My voice came out a little higher than
intended.

He tut his disapproval of my tone and
spoke again. His hot breath so close to my face – it was excruciating - deeply
excruciating.

“I can tell you’re craving my touch."

He brushed his knuckles against my flushed
cheeks.

"Like this?”

I fell silent, because really what could I
say?

He was just toying with me.

"Does it bother you?” He paused and
swept his thumb against my lips.

“Your body language tells me that you want
to touch me."

Landon took my hand with his free one.

"Do you want to touch me Miss Dane?”

He brought my hand to his cheek and
nuzzled into it.

"You have such a soft skin, delicate
and flawless."

I smiled a shy smile; he slid his hand to
my back and drew me to him.

"Your body tells me that you want me
to kiss you."

Landon continued breathing into my ear;
his light stubble sent shivers through my skin.

"Do you want me to kiss you Clea?”

He bit at my earlobe and sucked it. I
moaned, unable to make any other sound.

"Do you?”

 I nodded; I was unable to speak past
the chunk in my throat; but he didn't do it.

"I can't hear you Clea.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?"

He spelled every word with a dominant low
voice.

"Yes!"

I breathed out shakily.

“What else do you want Clea?”

He prompted me.

“You… I want you.”

I whimpered softly.

“And what do you want me to do?”

His hand went between my thighs; I
couldn’t help the urge to squeeze them.

“That bad?”

His voice was gentle, even sardonic.

I squirmed; he was so close. He could’ve
taken me in a heartbeat.

“Please.”

I supplicated.

I needed him…

Landon cocked his head; his face grave.

He wasn’t affected in the least.

“Please what?”

He spoke to my neck.

“Please Landon. I want you to make love to
me.”

I swallowed; I thought it a better invitation.
He implied that he didn’t fuck me; but rather made love to me.

I ran
my hand through his hair and guided my mouth to his. He took it slow. He
lightly nipped my lips, and slid his tongue. He was teasing me, but I wanted
more, and then I opened my mouth slightly offering him an entrance. He didn't
take it; he just kept his smooth torture making me go crazy.

I lost the last of my patience and
hardened my grip on him to deepen the kiss. I sucked his tongue; but he slipped
it away with a disapproving.

I held his bottom lip between my teeth and
stilled; I was silently begging him to stop the torture.

After a beat, Landon grabbed me roughly
and brought me on his knees to straddle him. He gripped my hair and pulled it to
expose my neck to kiss it and suck it. I cried out, he was consuming me and I
was enjoying it. I could feel his hardness between my thighs, and I was
drenched by the feel of him, of his twirling tongue, his touch.

I got him hooked.

He nibbled and licked his way across my
jawline to my ear and down my neck. I pressed into his chest hungry for his
intimate touch on my breasts; but he didn't. I pulled at his hair, and then
brought my palm between us to his cock.

Landon abruptly stopped our kiss and shook
his head, breathing erratically.

"You can't be serious."

I panted my words in frustration.

"Sadly; I very much am, baby."

He pushed to his feet and straightened me
on wobbly legs.

"Let's get you to go to sleep, it's
late."

Was he freaking kidding me?

I waved him off and sashayed past him very
slowly. I pulled the hem of my top over my head and dropped it on the floor.

He stood up and walked behind me. I heard
him swear under his breath, and it only got funnier when I shuffled out of my
shorts.

That was my plan B; after the shower, I'd
just put on my satin pajama shorts and top without underwear.

I walked through the living room towards
the bedroom. Once inside, I turned to face him.

His expression was memorable, dark eyes
full of anger,
at me obviously
, traveling all over my naked body. Landon
stood frozen, his body tense with lust.

Without a word, I crawled onto the bed and
lay under the soft quilt turning my back to him. I heard him getting out of the
room swearing under his breath, and then I heard the shower turn on.

 It didn’t work. Stubborn bastard.

I lay
in his emperor-size poster bed for the longest time, there was no sign of
Landon, my eyes were starting to become heavy, and I was pissed at him and at
myself.

I should've known; the man didn't acquire
that much notoriety by taking back his words. But the rejection felt like a
stab in my ego. I'd never done such things before, never felt confident enough
to expose my body in such a way, and when I finally did, I was rejected.

I mean, yes I could see it in his eyes, he
was pissed, probably a little at himself for making that stupid-ass promise in
the first place, but I wasn’t all that irresistible for him to wear it.

It was a foreign and strange feeling for
me, and without being able to control it, tears began streaming down my cheeks
and I stifled my cry into the pillow.

I couldn't believe what happened, I felt
humiliated. I thought I affected him, after our talk in the car and the way we
spent the evening. It felt like he was punishing me.

"Fuck, baby, what's wrong?"

I didn't hear him walk inside, he levered
himself on the bed and tried to turn me to face him.

"Leave me alone; you're an asshole.”

I muffled in the pillow.

I felt pathetic.

“Watch your mouth.”

I ignored him and buried my head in the
pillow.

"Baby, just please tell me what's
wrong."

He sounded worried and it’d pissed me off
even more.

I abruptly pushed him away and stood on
the other side of the bed.

"What's wrong?” I said enraged

“Well I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I just
exposed myself in the most intimate way to you, offered myself to you, and you
just walked out on me, like I was some dirty whore. You toyed with me knowing
exactly how I felt. Well Bravo Mr. Davis; you were right. I’m obviously a
fucking open book to you.”

“Mouth Clea.”

He interjected quickly.

Landon twisted his mouth ruefully. He was
clearly baffled.

After a beat, his expression sobered, but
his eyes darkened. He walked to me, naked from the waist up. He swiftly took
off the towel, revealing a glorious erection.

He cupped my cheek and I brushed him off.

"Stop it Clea, look at me!"

I ignored him.

"Will you fucking look at me?"

I complied hesitantly.

"Does this look like it's easy for
me? Look at me, I've been under the shower for ten fucking minutes, and I’m
still hard."

He drew my hand to his cock and stilled
it.

"Every time I close my eyes, I can
still see you and it makes me go crazy."

I looked up at him sharply.

"Then, what’s the purpose of all this
torture.”

"The aim is simple Clea; those rules
aren’t just for show. They are established, and to be respected. I always stick
to my promises baby; I’m a man of my word, and that’s my most important rule.”

He paused briefly.

“This morning; I awoke confused. I’d made you
my exception, but woke up alone. I thought you'd left. It might seem crazy to
you; but that’s true. In the shower, you defied me. You did so by not trusting
that I’m fully and totally aware of your needs.”

“Tell me Clea, how moot and dull was it?
Did it feel the same without me?”

I shook my head unable to look into his
eyes.

“If you’d waited; I would’ve given you
that orgasm five minutes later; I would’ve made you come in the car. Hell, I
would’ve even come to meet you for lunch. But you took the easy way out.”

He cocked his head and brushed my cheek.

“Or what you thought was most prosperous,
and it wasn’t. Never mistake me for a fool Miss Dane; you made your choice
thinking you’ll get your way in the end.”  

“I have to have some
control, and with you, this is my only way to have it."

Control?

"What hurts me the most; is that you
called yourself a whore. It hurts me because you think that exposing yourself
to me makes you worthless. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would
never say that, ever.”

He sounded sincere.

"I'm sorry, but you have to
understand that it wasn't easy for me to do it."

I motioned to my still naked body.

"I felt rejected, because I've never
stripped in front of anyone, nor did I ever want someone this forcefully."

I thought
my words got through to him; because in one swift movement, I was lounging
against the soft mattress. Landon over me, kissing me passionately, pushing his
tongue deep within my throat, moaning. It took me a moment to realize it; I
pulled at his hair returning equally passionate kisses.

He broke the kiss.

"I'm breaking the rule; just this
once, just to prove to you that I want you more than I’d ever wanted
anything."

I didn't care less about what he was
saying, all I wanted was kissing him and feel him deep inside me.

When he brought his hands and cupped my
breasts, I could've sworn that he breathed life back into me. There was
something about the way his palm felt on my skin that made me hotter. I moaned
my relief in his throat and nibbled my way across his jaw, he took one nipple
between his teeth, stilling piercing eyes on mine.

I couldn't look away; I was hypnotized by
the lust in his gaze. My eyes begged for more.

"Please, Landon."

I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Tell me what you want baby."

He knew damn well, what I wanted, after
the fight we just had; it couldn't have been any more obvious.

I pushed against his cock and moaned.

“Stop cogitating, just say it."

"You… inside me… now!"

It wasn't a plea, it was a damn order, yet
he didn't budge.

Damn control freak!

"Tell me how much you want me; tell
me how much you need to feel me inside your tight little cunt."

He mouthed the words biting his way across
every inch between my breasts through my belly button.

"Is it as much as I want you?”

“Is it as much as I need you?"

It was torture; a divine torture. I was
trembling with need and wanton.

His raspy, sexy voice took me even higher.

Landon spoke slowly, and every sound
against my skin, hit every nerve.

"Do you actually know how much I want
you?"

"Please, Landon, I can't stand it
anymore."

It was definitely a plea.

He braced himself on his knees between my
thighs and plunged two fingers inside me.

“Yes."

 It felt so wonderful.

"Your body is always so responsive,
so expressive. But I need to hear the words."

He kept moving his fingers, rotating
inside me.

I shut my eyes tight.

"Open your eyes."

His breath rasped loudly in my ear. He
levered himself on one elbow, but didn't give up the torturous rhythm.

"You need to know that I respect my
rules Clea. They represent my way of life; they allow me control and guidance.”