Chapter 58 On your knees
NANCY'S POV
It was a dream that felt so real.
In it, my hands were secured to my back by Mr Landon, keeping me from resisting, although I wasn't sure I did or if I was even capable of resisting.
He held the back of my head powerfully in his grasp, and my entire body was limp and weak. It felt like I was trapped inside my own body, and I had to watch it all happen while I was trapped inside it.
At least, that was how it felt at first.
Perhaps it was due to my body's chemical response, or because of his superb skills, but whatever the reason, my body began to react to him.
In the dream, he'd told me I was the only one, and while he kissed me, those words replayed in my head over and over again.
When he finally let go of my lips, so I could get a breath of air, I gasped loudly, sucking air voraciously into my lungs.
I think I regained a bit of clarity then, enough to know that what was happening wasn't a dream, although the breathless plunder of my lips had left me feeling lightheaded.
Resisting the urge to grab my head, I kept my gaze on him. Many emotions swarmed me then, and for a reason I couldn't fucking remember, my eyes pooled with tears.
"You're lying."
It hurt me to say those words. My chest pulled tightly together then released sharply, as though the strings holding my heart together had been cut.
There was no fucking way in hell he wasn't lying.
A man like Mr Landon...
One as sensual, captivating, hot, a man who wasn't just blindingly attractive but also a man who had enough vigor to fuck the living daylight out of me, couldn't possibly be a chaste monk.
Forget that I was drunk and consumed by the woozy feeling that came with consuming alcohol; I was still sane enough to know that.
Just like I'd fallen for him at first sight, I had the good sense to know that there would be multiple women who would also be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Mr Landon held my gaze, watched as my lips trembled with the tears that I restrained, and then he muttered, "I'm not."
A sob wracked through me, and I took a step backwards, letting a section of my weight fall back to be held by the sofa, but he was basically the one keeping me upright.
"There's no way that isn't a lie," I insisted with a shake of my head, biting down on a corner of my lip to keep my head clear enough to have this conversation.
"Men like you don't just have one woman..."
He released his grip on my hands, then, while I lowered my head to hide the bead of tears that had rolled down my cheek.
The next moment, however, I felt his hand beneath my chin, tilting my face upwards to look at him.
"Men like me? What kind of man do you think I am?"
I blinked in his face that wasn't entirely clear, trying to make sense of what I said while also trying to avoid the deep look in his eyes.
It felt piercing and dangerous.
"Hmmm," He tilted my head higher then drew closer so that I could feel his breath fanning the tip of my nostril.
"What kind of man do you think I am?" He repeated
I twisted my head to the sides, wanting to look away from him, but he didn't let me, so I stared at his eyes instead.
His thumb flicked up, and then, I felt it along my jaw, trailing...My body stiffened.
A jolt of electricity zinged through me.
To spare myself the embarrassment of melting if his touch continued, I blurted out what I was thinking without hesitation.
"You're hot and sexy, what woman wouldn't want you?"
I think we both froze, although I did because I was shocked at what I'd dared to blurt out.
Was I even thinking? I doubted I was.
Mr Landon stared at me for more than a minute, and then his lips curved into a smirk. "I'm hot and sexy?"
His voice dropped to a low, tinkering with the fragile remnant of my focus, "Is that why you came to me?"
My breath snagged, "I didn't come to you."
"I...I..." In the same breath I'd spoken with, I realised how true his words were.
Drunk or not, I'd really delivered myself to him tonight.
He said the same.
"You came to me tonight."
His finger brushed across my lips, and they trembled again, still tingling from when he'd kissed them hard.
"I guess I did," I muttered quickly, then tried to twist out of his hold.
"I should head back to my room..."
I gasped when I was pulled back, hard enough to slam my head against a hard mass of muscle.
Because of the force, I winced while lifting my head in surprise, but was instantly thrown into shock again when my lips were once again devoured by him.
He kissed me as though he'd never tasted anything better, even though I knew my breath surely stank of alcohol.
As he kissed me, his hands reached below and grabbed my thigh.
I was of the impression that he intended to pull me to him, to maybe have me wrap my legs around him, but he parted them instead, then stepped between my thighs.
The hard ridge of his cock was the first thing I felt, and my eyes widened when I felt it directly above my crotch.
My clothes....Well, they were too flimsy to prevent the feel of his hard cock against my pussy.
"Mr Landon..."
I had no idea why I called him.
Was it to stop him or make him do something?
But what?
He finally let my lips go, and I gasped for breath again, only to feel the low murmur of his words curling into my ear, intimate enough to make my pulse stutter.
"I want you on your knees, let's see how much you really want me."