Page 43 of Your Love

The next several hours are beautiful torture. As I watch Landry glide across the ice, my heart races and my palms grow clammy. His strong legs propel him effortlessly, never losing sight of the puck. When he blocks a shot with ease, a surge of desire floods my body. It hums with anticipation to spend time with him later tonight.

After the game, I spot Landry in a sea of post-showered, victorious players. I can’t contain my excitement and rush towards him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. He grins as he catches me, and we share a quick kiss before pulling away. “That was amazing,” I tell him, beaming with pride.

Sascha makes a dramatic gagging noise. “Can you two not have coitus in front of me, please? My nightmare can’t handle it,” she jokes.

Landry sets me down and hugs Sascha. “It’s great to see you,” he says sincerely.

“You, too,” she replies with a smile. She glances at me and back at him. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, Bell,” he replies, as his hand intertwines with mine. “So, are we still meeting Ivy?”

Sash shakes her head with disappointment. “No, she’s flaking on us again,” she says, frustration evident in her tone. “I called her during the break, and she said she’s stuck at work.”

“That sucks,” he comments sympathetically. “Well, I’m starving, so should we go without her?”

“Actually, I’m gonna swing by and visit her,” she says casually. “Why don’t you two go alone?”

I can feel Landry’s eyes on me, but I keep my gaze fixed on Sash. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” I say with a slight shrug.

“Yeah,” Sash says with a nod. “I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow or something.”

We all exchange hugs, and Sascha strides out of the exit. Landry turns to me with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now.”

Chapter 19

“Hanging By A Moment”

Kerri - Age 19, 1989

His words echo through the night air. “I want to kiss every freckle on your body. How long do you think it would take me?“ As Landry’s breath tickles my ear, a delicious heat radiates from his body. He seems to have forgotten all about the food we brought for a picnic; his only desire now is to devour me. At this moment, I realize that I’ve waited so patiently for this, and now that it’s here, I might combust from the intensity.

It’s everything I imagined it would be. We parked Landry’s truck on the outskirts of the farm, with nothing but the setting sun and the majestic mountain ranges stretching out before us. Despite the time of year, the air is warm, and my skin is on fire as our bodies press together.

I can sense Landry’s smile against my skin as he leans in closer, placing soft kisses along my neck. His large hand grips my jaw, guiding me as he moves down to my throat and begins to suck and nibble at the sensitive flesh. The pressure of his touch sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan of delight.

“Wildflower,” he breathes, his hand gingerly caressing my hip as it glides up and down my waist, tracing every contour with a slow, deliberate touch. I tilt my head back, my eyes closing in bliss as I savor the moment.

His lips find my neck once again, softly grazing against my skin and setting off a series of delicate shivers that race down my spine. My heart races with anticipation as he lifts his body over mine, hovering above me with a tender gaze.

“Are you sure you want this?” Landry asks, his voice filled with concern.

Without any hesitation, I respond with a whisper. “I’m sure,” I say, my words feeling like magic on my tongue.

A flicker of heat flashes in his eyes at my confession. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Wildflower,” he says tenderly.

Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks at his words, my heart squeezing tightly in my chest. “Then show me,” I urge, pressing my body against his.

As I sit up, he shifts to make room for me. His firm, calloused hands slide purposefully to the edge of my sweater, firmly grasping the fabric and swiftly pulling it off in one smooth motion.

Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off over his head. Landry’s chest is a masterpiece of rippling muscle, glistening in the dim light. A dusting of dark hair covers his pecs and forms a path that disappears into his jeans. I lick my lips, unable to resist the thought of where that path leads.

With both hands, he grabs my face and draws me close, our eyes locking and his intense gaze boring into mine. “Kerri,” he whispers before dropping his head and kissing me languidly with slow, soft strokes of his tongue. His big hand works the clasp of my bra with dexterity, effortlessly freeing me from its confines as it falls from my shoulders. His touch ignites a fire within me, making me feel alive and desired.

He holds me as he guides us back down onto the blankets. His caressing fingertips leave a trail of tingling pleasure as they dance down my chest and then cup my breast, squeezing and kneading, before rolling my nipple between his fingers.

Landry moves with slow, deliberate movements, his lips tracing a hot path along my skin. His touch is searing and tender all at once. He takes a peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before teasing it with gentle flicks, driving me wild.

I mewl his name, unable to contain the pleasure he’s bringing me. His skilled mouth lingers on my breasts, sending shivers down my spine and making my toes curl. I can feel him smiling against my skin, reveling in the way I’m responding to him. He trails kisses down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs, where he looks up at me with twinkling eyes filled with satisfaction.