Drifting into Darkness (21 page)

We walked up to the front door to the main house. I opened it and walked in calling out to my mom. “Mom, we’re here.”

She peeked out from the kitchen and smiled. “Go on into the sitting room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I knew she had to be cooking, so I walked to the left into the sitting area. It was a small room that she decorated in an ocean theme. The walls were white, but there were a couple of bright blue pictures of the ocean and a couple of pictures of seashells and fish. There was a tan leather couch against the far wall with two wicker chairs facing it and a table in the middle. I didn’t think any of it matched, but this was her project room, or so she said.

“This is a nice house,” Landon complimented, as he looked around the room.

I smiled. “Yeah. It’s got that homey feel to it.”

Mom walked into the room with two glasses of sweet tea and Landon immediately stood up. She’d been perfecting her sweet tea making since we moved to the south. It wasn’t a beverage we drank often in Chicago.

I set two coasters down on the table as Landon took the glasses from my mom and set them down.

“So, you must be Landon,” my mom said, greeting him in a handshake. “I haven’t heard much about you except that you work on the farm your parents own,” she added, as she sat in a chair and we took our seat on the couch.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered in his sweet southern accent.

My mom smiled and looked over at me before looking back at Landon. I knew exactly what that look was. She already approved and she didn’t even know the guy. I didn’t have much room to talk though. I definitely approved and hardly knew him either.

“Are you still in school?” she asked Landon casually.

I looked over at him as she was talking to him. I could see the tension in the way he was sitting. He looked kind of nervous, which made me smile. Landon had this cool persona about him, so it was funny to me that he seemed nervous to meet my harmless mother.

“No, ma’am. I work on the farm full time and help my dad run the business.”

“Landon, really, you don’t need to call me ma’am. You can call me Sheila. Ma’am makes me feel old.”

I rolled my eyes at her. She was old.

Landon laughed softly. “Sorry, it’s the way I was raised.”

I smiled and moved closer to him on the couch. He turned with a smile and winked at me as my mother continued on with her questions.

After fifteen minutes of my mom drilling him on his family, we were finally able to leave. I sighed with relief when we finally made it out the door.

“I’m so sorry about that,” I said as we walked up the stairs to my place. “She’s never done that before. I don’t know what has gotten into her.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was no big deal. Your mom seems nice. She just wants to make sure I’m a nice guy,” he said. I turned to look at him as we walked in the door and he smiled at me with a mischievous grin.

I laughed. “And
are
you a nice guy?” I asked with a small smirk, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Only time will tell.” He winked as he walked toward the pizza box.

I smiled. What a little flirt.

“Are you hungry?” he asked me as he opened up the box. “Because I’m starving.”

“Yes, I am actually. I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I confessed, while opening a cabinet door and pulling out some paper plates.

“Well, then, what movie shall we start with?” he asked as he piled three pieces of pizza on his plate. “I’ve got my movie in the bag,” he added, nodding toward the bag on the counter.

I walked to the counter and picked up the bag. Inside was the movie and five candy bars. “I see you brought snacks.” I pulled them out and placed them on the counter.

“Just in case I start to fall asleep while watching your movie,” he laughed as he took a huge bite of pizza.

“Ha, ha.” I left the movie and candy on the counter and grabbed a paper plate. “We’ll watch your movie first, since mine’s the longest.” I grabbed two pieces of pizza and walked toward the living room after grabbing the movie. I knew he was trying to be funny, but I was sure he wouldn’t laugh when he found out how long the movie really was.

Landon followed behind me and we both sat down on the couch. “How long is this movie exactly,” he asked in between bites.

I smiled. “Three and a half hours.”

He stopped chewing and looked at me with a stunned expression. “Three and a half hours?” I nodded. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you doing this so I’ll fall asleep?”

I laughed out loud. “No. I promise it’s a good movie. Plus, you said yourself you brought all that candy so you wouldn’t fall asleep.”

“Okay, but I vote to watch your movie first. It’s only fair, since it’s so long.”

He had a point. At least if we watched Titanic first, we could end the night with a comedy, even though I didn’t think
Billy Madison
was all that funny.

“You win. Let me get the movie.”

I set my plate down and picked up my DVD case from the entertainment center. I placed the movie into the DVD player and grabbed the remote from on top of the TV.

“Okay, there is a rule during movie time,” I stated as I sat down and picked up my pizza.

“A rule?”

“Yes, a rule. There is no talking during movie time. As in, no snarky remarks. I know how guys get during chick flicks.”

He nodded. “I can do it. It’ll be a challenge, but I can do it.”

Now I just needed to sit through three and a half hours of this movie with Landon sitting next to me.

Fourteen

Half-eaten slices of pizza lay on plates on the table and our water bottles sat at our feet. We were half way through the movie and neither one of us had said a word.

I was surprised to see that he was actually following along with the movie. I half expected him to show no interest at all and pick at his fingernails or something.

I, on the other hand, was the one not paying attention. The hardest part of the whole situation was being so aware of Landon sitting next to me. I could smell his cologne. And although we weren’t sitting extremely close together, I could still feel him next to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes from straying either. This magnetic force was pulling my eyes to him. I’d look over his features, watch his eyes move as they followed along with the movie, stare at his plump lips and wonder when he might kiss me again. I was doing everything except paying attention to the movie. I had no idea why I thought this was a good idea.

The movie was at the part where Jack and Rose were in the sitting room and he’s about to draw her. I turned to look at Landon and he looked at me with a smirk as Rose started swinging the straps of her robe around. I knew what was coming next, but he didn’t. As soon as she disrobed, he looked at me with wide eyes and I laughed.

Landon looked back at the screen and watched and she slowly laid on the couch to get in position for Jack. Obviously, he didn’t want to miss any of that.

He reached over and entwined his fingers with mine, in my lap, without breaking eye contact from the screen. I was sitting Indian style on the couch and I had my hands pretty close to the inside of my thigh. So his hand was very close to something that hadn’t had any attention in a long time.

I could feel my breaths quicken and my body flush as I thought about it. If I thought I wasn’t paying attention before, then I was in La La Land at the moment. I thought about scenarios that would happen if I let go of his hand and placed it down in the same spot my hand had already been. What would he do? Or what if I deliberately placed his hands between my legs. Could I actually do that? What would he do if I did? All these fantasies were flowing through my head causing my nether region to pulsate with need.

These fantasies were completely out of the norm for me. Yes, I’d had many fantasies about Jason when we were together, but what I was picturing now, how I wouldn’t mind if he took me on the couch at that very moment; I didn’t move that fast with guys. Not counting my month of bad judgment calls with Jason’s friends.

I was definitely attracted to Landon. Maybe our chemistry was stronger than I thought it was. I mean, I knew it was there and that it was strong from the day we met, but…I lost my train of thought as soon as Landon started rubbing circles on my thigh with this thumb. I bit my lip and tried very hard to focus on the movie, but I couldn’t. My body had a mind of its own. It was overexcited and wanted some type of physical contact.

Slowly, I moved closer to him. I dropped his hand into my lap, never taking my eyes off the TV. I couldn’t look at him because I knew I’d blush. Resting my hand on his thigh, I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

This was a bold move for me. I wasn’t usually the one to initiate anything, but this was me...definitely initiating something.

I could tell he was looking down at me, the way his head rested against mine. He was probably trying to figure out what to do with his hand because it wasn’t firmly resting on my thigh yet. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I snuggled closer to him and moved my hand a little bit higher on his thigh.

That was when he finally…finally rested his hand down. It was so close to the apex of my thigh I almost sighed with excitement. But that was before he squeezed my thigh and started moving his pinky back and forth. I had to bite back a moan.

Holy mother of…I hadn’t felt this excited and turned on…ever. All rationality fled the scene. Common sense wasn’t welcomed to the party. I felt high on lust and my body was aching for another hit.

Lifting my head from his shoulder, I looked up slightly to meet his gaze, but his mouth was on mine before I could fully look at him. He brought his hands up to the sides of my face and held me firmly against his mouth. I opened up to him and he wasted no time delving his tongue into my mouth.

He was such a good kisser. The way his lips caressed mine. The way he twirled his tongue around in my mouth, the nibbling and sucking of my lips. I moaned in appreciation and had a slight thought of inadequacy as he took command of the kiss. I hoped my kissing was up to standard, but he didn’t seem to be displeased as he started to push me down on the couch.

As my head rested against the decorative pillow, he pulled back and looked at me with a smile. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled and pulled his head back down to mine and sucked on his lips, encouraging him to take over again, which didn’t take much persuasion.

He was leaning over me with his knees on the cushion, so I instantly spread my legs so he would lie against me. As soon as his body pressed against mine, I knew what kind of effect I was having on him, which only fueled my desire, causing me to rock against him. He moaned into my mouth and I ran my hands down his back to his backside to hold him firmly against me.

I was desperately seeking release. We hadn’t even done anything, but my body was on fire. I actually hurt down there and it had never felt like that before. I felt like if he didn’t do something about it, I’d have to do it myself, and I’d never done that in front of anyone.

Holding his body up with one arm, he ran a hand down my body and massaged a breast. I arched my back so his hand would press harder and firmly against me. I wanted him to pull my shirt off and take things a little further. But I was disappointed when he moved his hand away, only to be surprised when he lifted my shirt up and ran his fingers along the top of my yoga pants.

I moaned and lifted my hips to his, but not without a caution light blinking in my head. I knew how far I would let this go and I wasn’t a tease. I wasn’t going to sleep with him, but I was okay with fooling around.

He continued to play at the band of my pants and pulled back to look at me. The room was barely lit, but I could see the moisture gleaming on his lips. He licked them and I brought my eyes up to meet his gaze. His eyes were hooded with lust and I felt his fingers slowly make their way into my pants. I knew he was looking at me to gauge my reaction, so I gave him what he was looking for. I pushed my hips up just a little, making his fingers go in further, giving him all the permission he needed. He smirked and lowered his head down to mine in a slow demanding kiss.

I writhed beneath him as he slowly inched his fingers further down. The anticipation was killing me and I wanted to grab his hand and shove it down my pants just so I could rock against something with friction. I was out of my mind wild with lust. It was exciting and invigorating. I didn’t want it to stop, but I needed the ache to go away.

I was shaking with need and moaning into his mouth as his fingers finally slid to the place I needed him the most. I sighed and moaned, breaking our kiss, as his fingers worked tentatively.

He rested his head next to mind, with his mouth right next to my ear. I could hear his labored breathing and wanted to reach down and stroke him, but I couldn’t move. My mind was too focused on what he was doing with his magical fingers.

It didn’t take long for them to work their magic either.

As soon as I started rocking my hips hard against his hand, he pulled his head back. I had my eyes closed as I focused on his movements, but just as I was about to have my release, I opened my eyes to his beautiful blue eyes staring down at me and moaned an “Oh, God”, like I’d never moaned before.

I moaned and twitched as his fingers danced along the sensitive skin, causing me to laugh and grab at his hand.

He laughed and removed his hand as he leaned down and captured my lips again.

I ran my hands through his hair and felt utterly relaxed. More relaxed than I should have felt, seeing as though I just let a guy finger me, one who I’d only been seeing for a day. But it could be worse. I could have already slept with him.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me with a smile. I wanted to cover my face and hide, but I couldn’t stop my own smile. Yes, I just threw caution to the wind, but I was still embarrassed to have him look at me after what he did. We were still in the ‘getting to know you phase’, but I should have thought about that before I let him stick his hand down my pants.