Chapter 22 Want
NANCY'S POV
"You're jealous."
The silence between us was palpable at the moment I said those words.
Mr. Landon's gaze flickered, eyes betraying the words that left his lips, "Jealous of what?"
"Of Mason," I replied, staring straight at him without blinking.
Suddenly, he straightened, pulling his hands that were above my head away. The movement put a little bit of distance between us, but he was still close enough that I could smell his familiar cologne, which I now believed I was getting addicted to.
His gaze narrowed into slits, and even his voice hardened. "Are you listening to yourself? Why in the world would I be jealous of Mason?"
"Because you want me." There was no hesitation when I made that statement.
Mr. Landon froze, as though he had been struck by lightning. His reaction was all the confirmation I needed to know that I was right.
Silence, as they say, is admittance, and that was exactly how I judged Mr. Landon's lack of a reaction.
If it wasn't true, then he should have refuted me.
A smile slowly spread out on my lips, and I watched his expression morph from shock to confusion, which was understandable because I thought myself crazy as well.
Instead of being horrified that my best friend's father, who was old enough to be mine, had inappropriate thoughts about me, it actually made me happy. I could even liken my feelings to having an unrequited crush reciprocated.
Mr. Landon wanted me.
That thought took over my mind, and without concerning myself with the consequences, I closed the distance between us in an instant and sealed his lips with mine.
It was the most impulsive move I'd ever made in my mind, but frankly, I wasn't thinking about how utterly reckless my actions were.
I was consumed with desire, and the tension that had been building inside of me for ages snapped into something dangerous.
His eyes widened when I deepened the kiss, bringing my arm to the back of his neck to pull myself even closer to him.
"You want me," I muttered against his lips.
Everything happened in a flash.
One minute, I was fully expecting Mr. Landon to throw me off of him and deny what I'd just said. But instead, I found myself once again backed against the wall.
The way he claimed my lips wasn't sweet, and there was nothing polite about it. One of his hands dug into my hair while the other snaked around my waist.
I yelped when he suddenly yanked my hair backwards, forcing me to stare into his eyes.
The look...My God...It held a promise of danger and pleasure and so many things that I couldn't name but which sparked a thrill I'd never felt before.
One moment, I was staring into his eyes, and the next, his mouth landed brutally on mine.
He pulled me against his hard body, and I immediately felt the full plane of his strong muscles as he pressed flush with my body.
The body I'd been aching to touch for so long was now fully pressed into mine, and my knees couldn't help but buckle.
However, I didn't fall like I expected, because his hands gripped me tighter. He withdrew his hands from my hair and lifted me with a firm grip on my thighs, pulling my legs to wrap around his waist.
A growl hummed through his chest when his cock pressed against my core through the fabric of our clothes, and I caught myself grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.
That move sealed my fate, making me aware that I had lost this battle between responsibility and desire.
A voice nudged deep inside of me with warning, reminding me that all that lay beyond this was heartache, but I ignored it, naive enough to let myself enjoy this silver of pleasure.
Mr. Landon's hand drifted down to my ass, unapologetically, and his fingers sank into
My skin as he tightened my body against him.
The hard outline of his cock rubbed me through his clothes, and I let out a whimper as he leaned in to kiss me again.
It wasn't a simple kiss; it practically wiped my brain cells from existence, and I trailed my fingers up his chest, brushing them against his strong jaw as he tipped my head back to kiss me deeper.
I slipped my hands to his throat, wanting more, needing more, but right then, he pulled us apart.
My jumbled brain struggled to make sense of why he'd stopped, but my brain was too foggy to focus on anything.
He stared at me for a minute, then leaned in again. What followed next had my back arching with a groan that I couldn't contain.
Mr. Landon didn't just kiss a path down my chest; he devoured me with his tongue and his teeth.
He held me at his mercy, pinning me against the wall with one arm while the other dragged my shirt and bra up altogether, exposing my breast to him.
"Fuck," I moaned when his mouth circled my left nipple.
He scoffed as if he couldn't believe that was enough to please me, and then his hands squeezed around my right breast, right before his fingers tweaked my nipples hard.
I writhed against him, torn between pleading for mercy and begging for more.
My legs locked around his hips, desperate for contact when my hands couldn't roam into his
thick hair like I wanted them to.
Mr. Landon trailed a kiss down, and when he reached my belly button, I lost all common sense. I began to wriggle and moan while his tongue circled my belly button before he continued lower.
He released my wrists, and I gasped when he grabbed my ass and turned around with me in his arms.
With steady steps, he brought me to his desk and then gently lowered me onto it.
"You have no idea what you've done," He said, then stood to his full height, towering over me. "I hope you don't regret pushing me this hard."
He reached out, and one hand of his bunched my dress around my waist, and his gaze dropped, fixing on my core.
“I see I'm not the only one who wants something," he drawled out with a mocking smile.
I couldn't even react to it; I was too much of a needy mess to.
My toes curled, and my back arched again when he pressed his thumb to the wet spot on my lace.
He slid two fingers past my underwear and shoved them knuckle-deep inside me, cutting off my air supply.
His face lowered to mine as he rolled his thumb up over my clit, making me gasp aloud.
My body buckled in response to his thumb, as it began to flutter back and forth.
Every rough thrust of his hand marked
Somewhere I didn’t know existed in my centre.
I had never been handled like Mr Landon handled me. One hand of his tightened around
My throat while the other slid into me with even strokes, guiding me to the precipice where my vision darkened.