He doesn't stop until he's inside his bedroom, banging his door open and ushering us in. He throws me onto the bed and smiles, sending me jumping up and down on the mattress.
I laugh. I don't believe it. This is surreal. Landon bringing me back into his room like this is. surprising.
But the pain between my legs is thumping. I need him. I need this. Whatever has possessed him tonight, I'm glad.
He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion before stepping out of his shorts. As shifters, nudity is a daily part of our life. I’ve seen Landon shift dozens of times, but the sight of his naked body standing at the end of the bed takes my breath away. He is beautiful and rugged and mine.
My hands ache to touch him. He moves in closer and I squirm on the bed.
"You're too dressed up," he growls.
