The kiss is short-lived, because Landon pulls back, leaving me a panting mess. My chest heaves and my lips burn. “Fuck,” he rasps, raking his fingers through his hair with disbelief. “I—” “Do it again,” I hoarsely breathe and fist his shirt, tugging him back to me. With no hesitation, Landon circles an arm around my waist, and with the other, he cups the side of my face.
