Page 34 of Run the Play (Nashville Rampage #2)

“I saw the T-shirt on the counter. I didn’t know that you hadn’t chosen something else to sleep in, but even just the mere thought of you naked and waiting for me, well, that’s what this is,” he explains.

“Tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Something about you.” Here in the darkness of his bedroom, with his cock in my hand, I feel closer to him. I want to know everything about this incredible man.

“We used to have a dog named Roscoe. He died not long after my dad, and getting another animal was just another expense that my mom couldn’t afford.”

“Why haven’t you gotten a dog as an adult?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I guess because I’m on the road so much. I’d need someone to help take care of it, or boarding, and it seems like a lot to handle on your own. Kind of like being a single parent, I guess.” He pauses. “Damn, that must be what Baker feels like.”

“I’m sure it’s very overwhelming, but he knows that he has us.”

“Your turn,” he says, sliding his hand between my thighs, and stroking gently against my clit. I suck in a breath and center myself before speaking.

“I always wanted a dog. It was never allowed at any of my foster families. I guess none of them were animal people, but one day, I’d like to have a dog,” I say, barely getting the words out before he slides a finger inside me. “Landry?”

“Yeah?”

“Since we’re sharing, why don’t you share this with me?” I ask, stroking his hard length, gripping him a little tighter.

“You want my cock?”

“If that means you’re going to be inside me, then yes. If that means this ache that I have when you’re around will simmer, then yes.”

“Simmer, but not go away. I never want that ache to end, as long as it’s for me,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss starts slow, but quickly turns frantic. His hands roam, as do mine. I can’t get enough of him, of his kisses or the feel of his calloused hands against my skin.

“Tell me what you want, Rowan,” he rasps, trailing kisses down my neck.

“You.”

“You have me. What else?”

“You inside me.”

“That I can do.” He flips me to my back and hovers over me. I can’t see him or make out his features, but I can imagine the look in his green eyes. I open my legs wide for him, and he settles where I need him to be.

Reaching between us, I try to align him at my entrance, but he pulls his hips back. “Condom,” he whispers, before sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.

“No. Just you.”

“Babe?”

“I’m on birth control.”

“I wouldn’t care if you weren’t,” he replies. “But I do want you to be safe. Us to be safe.”

“It’s been a long time for me, and I’ve been tested. I’m all clear.”

“Me too.” Moving all of his weight to his elbow, he, too, reaches between us, and he slaps his cock against my pussy. “You want me bare?”

“Yes. Nothing between us.”

“I’ve never done that.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, baby, I want to. Birth control or not, I want to.”

“That’s—what?”

He chuckles. “It means exactly what you think it means. Having a baby with you doesn’t scare me, Roe.”

“What does scare you?”

“You not being mine.”

“I’m yours.” I lift my head to press my lips to his. It’s a stretch at first, but he lowers, allowing me better access.

“Just us?” he asks.

“Just us.”

His hips press forward, and slowly, inch by delicious inch, he fills me. “All in,” he says, his voice gruff. “Not just me inside you, Roe. I’m all in with you, baby.”

I part my lips to speak, but words won’t come. Instead, I slide my hands into his hair and pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me lazily, his tongue sliding against mine. His thrusts are slow, but powerful.

“My Rowan,” he whispers against my lips.

Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away.

I know what this is. We don’t need the words; we have the connection.

Landry Reynolds is making love to me. Love.

I feel it with every touch, every swipe of his tongue against mine, every press of his hips against my own.

It’s in the way he looks at me, looks after me.

Every touch, every moment with him is filled with love.

We don’t need the words.

We have the actions.

“I’ll never be the same after this,” he whispers. “You’ve changed me, Rowan.”

“Landry,” I cry out for him, my words cracking. He’s changed me, too, in so many ways. He’s healed parts of me I didn’t even know were broken or that needed healing. Then this man…. This loud, goofy, always hungry football-loving man comes barreling into my life.

“I feel you, baby,” he says. “So tight and wet for me. So fucking warm. You’ve unleashed a beast. Now that I know what it feels like to have nothing between us…

.” He moans and curses under his breath.

“You did that on purpose. Making your pussy milk my cock,” he says, trying to scold me, but he just sounds sexy as hell.

“I’m close. Oh God,” I say with a moan, because it’s never felt like this before.

“I feel you, beautiful. Come for me, Roe. Come. For. Me,” he grits out, his thrusts growing faster.

I’ve never come during sex, but that’s all about to change. My body tightens around him, and he groans. His lips are next to my ear, and that growl sets me off like a rocket. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Holy fuck,” he rasps. A few more hard thrusts, and he stills, spilling inside me, as he leans his forehead against mine.

We’re both breathing heavily as we settle into the moment. This man doesn’t just own a piece of me. He owns all of me.