AmyDesperate kisses.
Frantic touches.
Truthful admissions.
Landon carries me outside and right into a small red car. I start to protest that he can’t drive when I realize it’s an Uber driver.
He pulls the seat belt over my chest and snaps it into place. His lips drag against my neck until they’re up by my ear. “Gotta buckle up. You’re precious cargo, Ames.”
I never thought being referred to as a shipment of goods could turn me on so much. Yet, let’s face it, Landon could call me just about anything right now, and I’d find it hot.
Thankfully, Landon’s place isn’t far from the reception hall, and before I can even complete the fantasy that’s taking place in my mind, he’s pulling me out of the car. My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs circle his waist. His body is hard and warm aga
