My back slammed against the pantry wall, my legs wrapped tightly around Landon's waist. His scorching mouth devoured mine as his powerful hands gripped my thighs, holding me up as if I weighed nothing.
"Landon," I gasped between frantic kisses, "we shouldn't—"
"We absolutely should," he growled, his lips trailing fire down my neck. "I've been watching you all evening. Do you know how maddening it was, seeing you smile at everyone but me?"
I barely had time to process his words before I felt him shift, one hand leaving my thigh to fumble with the front of his pants.
"Wait—" The protest died on my lips as I felt the hot, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My body betrayed me, growing wetter at the mere promise of what was to come.
"I've waited long enough," he said, his voice rough with need.
