Page 41 of Isolated (Harper Security Ops #21)

As Landen’s hips came to rest between my parted thighs, my hands roamed over his warm, smooth skin.

We kissed and kissed, and I touched parts of his body I’d only dreamed of touching for months.

His chest, shoulders, and abdomen. I’d gotten so much more of him than I’d ever had, and it still wasn’t enough.

I wanted to touch and lick and taste every perfectly sculpted muscle on his body.

But I had a feeling it was going to have to wait.

Because I’d given Landen the green light to take charge, and I didn’t think he’d give it up so easily.

Propped up on one forearm, Landen tore his mouth from mine and brought his hand to the hem of my shirt. He pushed it up my body, exposing my breasts before tearing it over my head.

I barely had the time to take in the heated look in his eyes before he dropped his head down and shoved his face between my breasts. He inhaled deeply, swiping his thumbs over my nipples, before capturing one in his mouth.

With just one lick, a guttural moan escaped from the back of my throat. Landen groaned in response, but did not allow it to deter him from his mission. My body was tingling, aching, as he moved from one breast to the other.

Landen was already the best I’d ever had—I knew that from the very first kiss—and we hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.

My breathing had changed. Getting in any air seemed an impossible feat, and I panted, “Oh, Landen.”

That earned me a growl and a squeeze. He lifted his head, looking up at me with nothing but hunger in his eyes. “Too long, Iris. I waited far too long for a taste of you.”

I rolled my hips against him, feeling just how excited he was, and prayed he could sense the silent plea for more in my stare.

Seemingly always aware of what I needed, what I wanted, his mouth quirked as he dragged his calloused palms down my sides to my hips.

He curled his fingers around the material at my waist and yanked it down my legs.

Landen didn’t take his time by removing one layer at a time.

He took it all in one swift move, surging up to his knees.

And when I was there, my knees bent and pressed together, with not a stitch of clothing on my body, Landen’s chest was heaving with his deep breaths.

His eyes met mine. “Spread your legs, Iris. Let me see you.”

My body shuddered at the command, at the husky tone of his voice that revealed more than the words themselves.

I instantly complied, parting my thighs to give him the unhindered view of every part of me.

Landen’s eyes journeyed over my body, those dark eyes growing hungrier by the second. His fingers twitched at his side, like he was trying to restrain himself for just a bit longer.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He clenched and unclenched his fist. “I swear I’ve never seen anyone so stunning in my whole life.”

“You sure do know how to make a girl feel good about herself.” Sitting up, I brought my hands to his hips and gripped the waistband of his underwear as I tipped my head back to look at him. “But I’ll admit, this is a bit unfair to be completely naked on my own.”

I pulled the boxer briefs down, his manhood springing free, hard and proud.

My mouth watered at the sight of him, and as I licked my lips, Landen’s hand drove into my hair to settle at the back of my skull.

He tugged lightly, urging me to look up at him.

“I see that look, sunshine. You’re not taking over here. I’m a starving man.”

“But—”

He pressed his thumb against my lips, a warning in his expression. I swallowed, offering as much of a nod as I could. And when he saw that I’d acquiesced, his hand drifted down to the side of my throat before encouraging me to fall to my back again.

Landen’s hands came to my thighs, and he scooted back, lowering his torso to the bed. He pressed several featherlight kisses to the insides of my thighs. His mouth was this close to where I needed him to be.

He was driving me wild; I couldn’t take it.

“Please,” I begged, squirming in his hold. “Landen, please.”

I barely registered the sound of his soft chuckle before his tongue took its first lick. Slowly, torturously so, he flicked his tongue over my clit. Then, his whole mouth was on me. Kissing, licking, and sucking.

I whimpered.

Whimpered so deeply, it was a wonder I didn’t cry.

I should have known with the way he kissed that Landen would have excelled at using his mouth in other places. But I never expected this.

God, he was incredible.

And because he’d already done so much to turn me on, had allowed this to build between us for weeks now, I wasn’t surprised to feel that ache building and building in my lower belly so soon after he started.

Of course, it could have been the sounds coming from him that were aiding in that build. Or perhaps it was the way his rough hand floated over my skin or gripped my hips, legs, and breasts.

“Landen,” I called out a warning, my hand driving into his hair.

He became greedier, worked me harder. And the next thing I knew, I was tumbling over the edge of a cliff.

Pleasure shot through my body as I felt like I was free-falling toward the earth.

Landen didn’t relent, not at all. Not until I’d made it safely to the other side and had started to shriek while I squirmed to get away.

Landen finally gave in and pulled his mouth from me, but he kept his hold on my body firm. Strong.

He flicked his gaze for just a moment to my face, but quickly returned his focus to every inch of my skin that he kissed. My thighs and hips and breasts and shoulders. He took his time crawling up my body, in no rush to make it to his destination.

Despite how hot and feverish I felt, shivers broke out across my skin. Landen was building me up a second time, and he was doing it simply by kissing and touching my body.

Somehow, the ache between my legs grew, and my body became more and more sensitive to every brush of his fingertips.

I needed him to understand what he was doing to me, so I snaked my hand down between our bodies and curled my fingers around his erection, just as he’d made it to my shoulder.

He groaned and bit down on the skin where my shoulder met my neck, and a satisfied smile washed over me. I’d done that to him. I’d made him sound like that .

Landen pulled back, looked at me with such desire in his eyes, and said, “I need to be inside you, Iris.”

I licked my lips and stroked. “I’m waiting.”

By the way his muscles strained, it appeared Landen didn’t want to move. He seemed utterly content to stay just like we were with my hand on him, stroking him to my heart’s content.

But he must have remembered his promise to me and ultimately decided to pull out of my grasp. He wasted no time rolling on a condom and joining me back in bed.

And after allowing me to taste myself on his lips, he positioned himself between my legs and slid inside.

The sound that escaped from me didn’t feel human. Every inch of him, stretching and filling me, was perfection. For a moment, Landen remained still. His eyes were locked on mine, something penetrating in his stare.

Slowly, slower than I would have anticipated based on his promise to me, he began to move his hips. In. Out. In. Out.

The languid pace and the look in his eyes had my body burning up. He dipped his head and bit my lip before soothing it with a kiss.

Although I’d claimed I was going to allow him to take the lead, the two of us worked up a steady rhythm together, my hips meeting his with each thrust. Landen seemed to enjoy it, liking the way I indicated I couldn’t get enough of the feel of him moving inside me.

“You feel so good,” I moaned.

He rolled us, so that he was on his back, and he held me tight to him, continuing to thrust his cock inside me. And his mouth touched everywhere it could reach. My lips, my throat, my shoulders, my breasts .

“Iris,” he groaned, his hands roaming over my skin.

In all my life, I hadn’t ever been so turned on by the sound of someone saying my name. It figures that it would be Landen in the throes of passion that could send shots of desire through me with just a single word.

Landen rolled us again, and when he did, things took a different turn. After having spent so much time building me up, building us both up, with his slow, steady rhythm, he increased the pace of his thrusts.

That slow pace was like lighting kindling wood. Something used to start the fire to keep it burning for longer. Harder strokes and a quickened pace were paving the way to that fully developed fire. Every inch of my body burned for him.

Clawing at him, using my hips to match and meet his thrusts, I fanned those flames. I was the oxygen to his fuel, combining to feed that fire.

“Landen,” I whimpered, feeling myself on the verge of a full-fledged blaze. “Landen.”

He grunted, going at me harder. Faster.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. “I can’t…”

“Come for me, Iris.”

Landen barely got the words out before I was crying out with pleasure as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Right at the peak of it, he buried his face in my neck and groaned through his own release.

And moments later, it was just the two of us, with labored breaths and sweat-slicked skin. We nipped at one another with our teeth and tongues and lips as everything faded and we were nothing more than glowing embers.