Page 83 of Fear of Love
The elevator doors opened. With his right hand in my left, he steered me toward his apartment door as I stumbled along. I needed these heels off. He unlocked the door with a twist and ushered me inside.
“Let’s get you changed,” he said.
“Want me to strip for you?” I asked. Walking toward his room, I grabbed the strap of my black dress and started pulling it off my shoulder. I was trying to be sexy, but I kept stumbling in my heels and the strap of my dress was getting tangled in my bachelorette sash.
When I got to his room, I bent over to undo my heels but underestimated my balance. I started to lean forward before big hands found my waist, yanking me back.
“Who knew you were so clumsy,” Landon said softly against my neck. Unable to help myself, I ground my ass against his crotch. When he stepped back, I frowned. I wanted sexy time.
Without a word, he gently moved me back until I was seated on the edge of the bed. My eyes stayed glued to him as he squatted down, reaching for my foot. My pulse sky rocketed as his long fingers made quick work of the straps of my heels. I moaned as I wiggled my toes free of the torture devices.
Still in a squat, Landon reached up and grabbed the stick of my lollipop. My eyes flared as my drunken mind conjured images of what he’d do with it.
“Open.” Without a word, I parted my lips and gladly let him take it from my mouth. “Stay right here.” His command was soft, but I found myself biting my lip and nodding. I loved his dominating side. He could boss me around the bedroom any day.
“I know you do.” My eyes widened as I said my thoughts out loud. Landon just chuckled before he stood up. I tracked him as he placed my heels near the door and went over to his dresser. For being such a big guy, he moved with grace.
He made his way back to me moments later with something in his hand.
“Arms up.”
I didn’t even hesitate in doing as he asked. My heart beat loudly in my chest as he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head.
I sat there topless in my white lace thong. I waited for his eyes to lower and look at my body but they never did. Landon kept his gaze solely on my face as he grabbed what was a T-shirt from beside me.
With my hands still up, he softly pulled it over my head and through my arms before letting the oversized shirt fall down tomy hips. My right hand pulsed from where I punched that guy as I lowered it to my lap.
I sat there stunned, my drunk mind trying to play catch up as he stepped away again and went to the bathroom. When he came out a second later, I was even more surprised at what he had in his hand—one of my makeup wipes.
Over the last few weeks, I started leaving a few of my belongings here. Some makeup, a toothbrush, some skincare. Small items that made it easier when I stayed over, which was more often than not these days.
Without saying a word, he crouched down in front of me again, gently lifting my chin with his hand. I sat there, staring into his ridiculously handsome face, as he carefully wiped my makeup away with soft, slow strokes.
My mind short-circuited at his thoughtfulness of not wanting me to wake up in the morning with mascara and eye shadow smeared across my face. Tears threatened to break free at the sweet action.
Each swipe on my face was so gentle, I barely felt it. Landon spent more time than probably needed cleaning every ounce of makeup, but it was extremely cute seeing the concentration on his face as he did so.
After a few minutes, he stood and put the wipe on the bedside table. “Come get under the covers.”
With his help, I shimmied up the bed and scooted my way underneath his heavy blankets. I let out a yelp when I put weight on my right hand, the alcohol making me regret I hurt it. I was damn proud of myself for punching that guy.
“I’ll get you some pain pills for that hand.” Landon’s voice was soft as he tucked the covers around me. Once I was settled, he left the room. I watched him leave, the ache in my chest deepening.
I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. No one ever tried to. I’ve had to fend for myself since I was young. My mom was too high on drugs to remember she had a daughter most of the time, so even though I was only seven, I took care of myself.
It was easier to only rely on myself than others. There was less of a chance for them to disappoint when they left. Because they always bailed after so long.
I’ve gotten so used to being alone, I’ve forgotten how nice it was to have someone care. To have someone care becausetheywanted to, not because of obligation.
When Landon came back into the room with a glass of water and pain relievers, that feeling kept on growing. Once again, tears threatened to leak out of my eyes as he gently coaxed me to take the medicine. I was falling hard and fast for this man. And that scared the shit out of me, but I was helpless to stop it.
When he went to step away, my hand snapped out to grab his wrist. “Stay.” My voice was small, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to stay.
His eyes searched mine for a second before he nodded. He quickly stripped down to his boxers as I watched like a creep. I might have seen a lot of shirtless men tonight but none held a candle to Landon.
My eyelids grew heavy as he flicked the light off and slid under the sheets next to me. All the excitement from tonight seeped out of me, leaving me exhausted. I turned to face him on my right side, resting my head on his pillow. He mirrored my position as his eyes roamed my face.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the slits in the blinds from the moon and streetlights. We were close enough I could make out his face as we laid there.I could lie here and stare at his face forever.
