Page 67 of Billionaire's Coastal Haven

His throat bobs. “Zoe, do you want—”

I kiss my way down the side of his throat, licking and sucking until his hands tighten on my hips. “I want all of you,” I whisper. “If you’re willing to give it to me.”

“Only if you return the favor.” He captures my mouth and devours me with single-minded focus.

I tell myself I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman, but to have Landon, just once, just tonight, I’ll break my rule.

His attention shoots electricity through my entire body, lighting me up like the tree in Rockefeller Center. He’s the only one who’s ever made me feel this bright and beautiful.

We only have this moment. When the house is done, he’ll go back to his normal life.

I have to be okay with that.

Our ticking clock makes it all the more important for me to take advantage of the time we have together. When he’s gone, my invincibility will go with him. I’ll go back to being everyone’sBaby Girl. I’ll only have the memories of how I brought this powerful man to his knees, so I’m going to stretch every moment as long as I can, indulge in Landon’s decadent kisses. I will indulge in every part of him so that in fifty years, when I have nothing else to show for my life, I’ll have memories of him.

I peel my shirt over my head and reveal my simple white bra.

A growl rumbles deep in his throat. “You’re making my dreams come true.”

“Smooth talker. Shut up and kiss me.”

His finger traces the top edge of my bra, almost grazing my nipple, but not quite dipping deep enough, teasing me until I arch into his hand and he smiles against my lips. “Greedy woman. You like that?” His other hand traces around my back to the clasp. “May I?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

With one quick flick of his fingers my bra falls to my elbows and his eyes blow wide. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He traces my areola with his thumb, circling round andround until he brushes the edge of my nipple. A warm shot of desire pings through my body.

“You like that?”

“Yes. More.” It’s been so long since I was intimate with someone, I didn’t think my body would respond this quickly, but the months since our kiss have been like one long drawn-out foreplay session.

Every time I saw him, I remembered. I relived his mouth on mine in as great a detail as I could. My body knew it wanted more before my brain gave me permission to accept that I don’t always have to do what other people tell me to. I can take what I want.

What I do with Landon isn’t anyone else’s business. I can want him and do my job.

No one ever questioned if Dad’s relationship with my mom disqualified him from being mayor. Why should it matter for me?

Landon’s mouth latches onto my nipple. Warm wet sucking sends tingles down my spine and deep into my belly. All other thoughts disintegrate.

I don’t care about anything outside this room.

I grind into Landon’s cock as heat pours through me. He bends me back, gaining better access to my breasts. Licking, biting, drawing my nipples into his mouth as the pleasure between my thighs aches for release.

I don’t want to come yet. I want more. I need more than this. I’m not ready for it to be over.

Pushing his shoulders back against the sofa, I slip from his lap. His hands grip my hips, tugging me back, but I resist. My thumbs hook the edge of my yoga pants, and I slowly guide them over my hips.

Landon threads his hands behind his head, watching like my striptease is an Oscar-worthy performance. When I kick the black fabric from my feet, he rises to his feet. He drinks me in, head to toe and back, until he’s gazing into my eyes.

The awe and devotion there almost knocks me over. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. No one sees me the way he does.

For no other reason than that, I know this night is the right choice for us.

He threads our hands together and presses the back of my hand to his chest. “What do you want?”