Landon's POV:
"Normally, women just comment on the colour of the paint or the interior material." I raise an eyebrow. "It's kind of hot that you know about my car."
I glance forward, aware that Henry can hear us.
He's very discreet, but I don't want to give him a show otherwise I'd take her right here in the back of my car. In fact, the idea is so tempting that I think I might have to take her for a private drive sometime.
I catch the thought and frown; that would mean breaking a rule. Never see the same woman twice. I find myself looking for a loophole; perhaps if I spend the day with her tomorrow, it won't count.
I shake my head slightly because that would mean breaking another rule; no sleepovers.
What is she doing to me? I've only spent a few hours with her and yet she's managed to get underneath my skin enough to make me want to break the rules, something I never do.
She's quiet, looking out the window. I wonder if she's nervous. Based on what she's told me, I imagine she's never had a one night stand before. That must be one of those rules that she's so desperate to break.
I want to touch her; take her hand or something, but I know that I won't be satisfied with a simple touch of her hand and I can't do more until we get out of this bloody car and away from poor Henry. I settle for putting my hands in my lap. I will just have to wait.
I watch her as she stares out the window at the city lights.
When Henry opens my door, I guide Aurora out of the car and can't help but admire her. She really is exquisite. Most women begin to look a little rough around the edges after spending an evening in a nightclub. Their makeup rubs off, and they begin to look tired.
Her makeup is beginning to come away but what it's revealing is anything but tired. She looks exhilarated as if she's climbing a mountain and she's about to reach the peak. I imagine she'd look just as beautiful in hiking boots as she does in those heels.
"I'll just park the car, sir. Will you need anything else tonight, Mr Peters?"
I barely glance at him.
"No, thank you, Henry." I have everything I could possibly need right here. F*ck, I want her.
I pull her into the lift; I'm growing impatient.
I want her now.
I kiss her in the elevator; I touch every inch of her skin that I can reach but it's not enough. I want more.
I'm unwilling to waste a second because if I keep my rules, I don't have long. I need to make the most of this while it lasts.
"So, which of your rules are we going to break tonight?" I growl, and secretly I'm hoping she asks me to f*ck her right here against the wall of the lift.
I pull down the zip of her jeans and even though I can tell she's scared she doesn't stop me. I'm grateful for that small detail.
I need to touch her.
Her eyes dart to the doors, but I don't care if we get caught. In fact, the idea of getting caught makes the whole situation all the hotter. Although I know that it's unlikely we'll come across anyone at this time of night. She's wet.
"You're wet."
She surprises me. I expect her to blush. I want her to blush, but I'm delighted by her response.
"I want you." It's a raw, honest truth that she fearlessly shares with me.
"I want you too." I'm not lying. I've never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want her right now. "Tell me what you want?"
"You."
I lick my finger while she watches, hoping to get a reaction. I want to have her delirious with desire by the time I get her into my bed.
"God, you taste good. I want to get you out of these jeans so I can taste you properly."