Hanleigh's London

Chapter 14: What If...?

Before I can catch my breath, he's kissing me again, and I'm losing myself in him. His hands are even more explorative than they had been when we were dancing in the bar, now that we are alone.

Alone. The thought is daunting.

I've been alone with guys before; I've had boyfriends, but it was never like this with them. Their kisses left much to be desired by comparison, and I'd never been interested in the idea of letting them... Well, let's just say I wouldn't let them touch me the way I'm letting Landon touch me. Not a chance.

His hand is under the cup of my bra, and I gasp at his touch. I'm on fire. A part of me is embarrassed by the way he's affecting me. My whole body feels alive under his touch. It's bizarre how only he can do this to me; only his touch leaves me wanting more.

"So, which of your rules are we going to break tonight?" he asks me huskily and I swear he's challenging me.

I think if he has his way, by the end of the night he'll have introduced me to every sinful pleasure the world has to offer. My mind is alive with ideas of all the things he could possibly show me.

His hands are on the button of my jeans, and he's pulling down the zip, and then he's touching me.

I'm scared. I tense.

What if someone stops the lift?

What if someone sees us?

What if we get caught?

But I don't stop him. I can't. He's amazing. His fingers are like fire; they are burning me alive.

"You're wet."

I'm not embarrassed by his words; quite the opposite. They turn me on even more.

"I want you."

I don't know if I'm trying to explain myself or just pointing out a fact, but I've never wanted anything as much as I want him in this moment and my body is happy to show him just how much I want him. None of the guys I've dated have made me feel this way; I've never let them get this close.

"I want you too," he tells me as he pushes his finger inside me.

I moan.

"Tell me what you want?"

"You."

I can't focus on anything except the way his fingers feel against me. I want him. I want him inside me. I want him to take me right here in the lift, and that surprises me.

I watch as he pulls his hand out of my jeans before lifting it to his mouth.

I can barely breathe as I watch him suck on his finger. It might well be the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'm breathing loudly as I watch him, shaking gently as I lean against the wall of the lift.

His eyes are alight with an enthusiastic desire and I can barely believe it's me he wants.

"God, you taste good," Landon tells me. His voice is hoarse. "I want to get you out of these jeans so I can taste you properly."

The doors of the lift open with a ping and I panic.

What if we are caught by one of his neighbours?

Landon's eyes light up with amusement.

"Don't worry. We're here."

He takes my hand and leads me out of the lift and into a foyer.

There are incredible landscapes covering the hessian walls. My eyes try desperately to take it all in. There are hilltop views, mountain ranges, cityscapes but the one that catches my eye is a rocky beach with a beautifully bright lighthouse. The water is crashing against the rocks, but the light reaches far and wide keeping sailors safe. It's beautiful; a masterpiece.

As a child, I always wanted to live in a lighthouse on the side of the beach. It is a bizarre penchant that began when I was playing at the beach with my sister one summer, underneath the shadow of a large white lighthouse. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.

"Beautiful, isn't it? It's my favourite," he tells me.

"It's incredible," I whisper. "Do you know the artist?"

"My mother," Landon replies with a smile. "All of them, they are all hers."

On the furthest wall from us there is a door. Landon's fingers fly across the security pad as he enters his password to get into his home.

It's incredibly sensual to watch him because I know what else he has done with that hand. I know how he has touched me with that hand. He takes my hand and leads me into his apartment.