Hot Summer Nights

36

Chapter Thirty-Six

Landon

We said goodbye to the others and quickly made for the exit. There's been a feral glint in Leah's eyes since we left the bar. I first noticed it when she staked her claim on me in front of the girl who wouldn't take a hint.

It had my heart pumping seeing her look so territorial, and she didn't question my loyalty when I explained what happened. Instead, she made an excuse for us to leave and pulled me to the door.

The way she's staring at me right now is making this Uber ride torturous. I can practically read her thoughts- and they're far from PG. Not that mine are any better.

All I've been able to think about since Leah stepped out of her room in tonight's outfit is how to get her out of it. And the look she's giving me right now says she's thinking the same.

She bites her lip and crooks a finger at me, beckoning me toward her. When I lean in, she wraps herself around my neck and whispers in my ear.

"You know what the hottest thing about you is, Landon?" she asks.

I shake my head and grunt out a response.

She smiles against my ear before telling me, "It's that I can trust you in a room full of horny women and I know you won't do anything unless the woman is me."

She lets out a little giggle and the faint aroma of alcohol touches my nose. Leah isn't drunk. No, she's far from it, but the buzz she's going has her in a euphoric state.

Her statement rang true, though. No matter how many women are in a room, no matter how much or little they're wearing, no matter how hard they try to grab my attention, there's only one who will always win out.

Leah.

Even before I stopped acting like a fuck boy, she would always steal my attention. When other women were hanging off my arms in college, if Leah was around, I'd always take note.

It didn't make sense then, but it sure as hell does now.

She's the only one I want.

I brush her hair out of her face to give me a better view and let myself take in her smile and the little dimples that show when she beams up at me. She's so beautiful, it's unreal.

When I say nothing for a long while, enjoying my view, she tilts her head in this adorable way and asks what's wrong.

"Not a damn thing," I tell her, pulling her tight to my side as I plant a kiss on her temple. "Not a single thing is wrong right now, babe."

Leah sighs happily, melting into my side as the car weaves through traffic.

It's a test of restraint a minute later when she wiggles onto my lap, pressing her perfect ass directly over my groin.

Biting back a groan, I pinch her side as she moves purposefully over my growing erection. The look in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she's doing and she has no intention of stopping.

Naughty girl.

I'm not one to normally shy away from public displays of affection, but there's no way I'm risking giving our driver a free peek at my girl if I give in the way I want to. Instead, I clamp one hand over her hip, gluing her to my lap where she can barely wiggle, and wrap my other in her hair, pulling her head toward me.

"Don't start something in this car that we can't finish, Leah," I tell her, nipping at her neck. "Because I don't plan on stopping once I strip you out of those clothes. Not until you're completely spent and your body only remembers the feeling of me inside of you."