They dare not fall, but I guess deprivation causes an array of emotions. Relief, disbelief, elation, maybe even a little anger for being so stubborn and not allowing me to seek such pleasure. Not even on my own. It was a full and total shut down.
My body convulses, my brain tangled somewhere in the clouds, and I feel my soul somewhere in the atmosphere between here and there. I arch my back, forcing my head into the mattress and my tits high, ripe for the taking. And take Nic does. Practically my entire breast in his mouth, sucking and biting.
When feeling returns to my finger and toes, I grasp for the breath I kept just out of reach. Sweat beads along my hairline and my eyes feel like they weigh a hundred pounds. Maybe it’s because it’s been a lengthy six months since I felt this way, but I’m pretty sure this is the best orgasm I’ve had.
I suddenly feel empty and hollow when Nic pullshimself free. Gradually I roll my eyes open and witness his mouth wrapped tight around his finger. He rumbles with satisfaction, enjoying the fruits of his labor.
Jesus. Someone remind me why I was fighting this again.
“End of the first quarter.”
I pop up on my elbows, almost head butting him. “Did you just reference football to sex?”
That cocky smirk that makes things tingle and vibrate shows up. “Would you rather I talk in engineering terms? Foundation laid, now on to framing. Or perhaps cooking. Appetizer served, get ready for the main course.”
“Oh my god,” I laugh and smoosh my hand to his gorgeous face and shove him away. “If it’s the end of the first quarter, how about a water break?”
“Good thinking. We’ll need the hydration. And when the game is over…time to hit the showers.”
Game?Is that what this is? Or maybe he’s looking for a permanent spot on my team. I guess time will tell.
I sit back in Nico’s car, exhausted from our trip and the delayed flight home, but also relaxed and refreshed.
The remaining two days in Cozumel were much like the first two. Adventures, laughing, enjoying thecompany, and kisses shared during the quiet moments. Saturday was a repeat of Friday, Nic helping me touch the sky over and over until I faded into my dreams. I’m not quite ready for actual sex, but we both got more than we planned when the trip began.
A warm hand lays on my thigh and my head lols, turning to look at the handsome man that I tried to deny. What a silly woman I was to think I could escape his allure. I feel like I owe Carrigan an apology. She was one hundred percent correct.It’s impossible.
“Do you want to come to my place and we can order dinner?” He asks me, his fingers dancing across my skin.
With a sigh I tell him, “I wish I could, but I have an early morning call with a city official about some bri-you know what. I can’t tell you. I just have an early call. Raincheck?”
The sad puppy dog face returns and I really want to give in and say yes, but I need to be a responsible adult. The one I was before this trip who I almost left in Mexico because she didn’t want to come back to the real world.
“That’s probably for the best,” he adds. “If you came over, we’d probably stay up late watching a movie and then I’d make you dessert and we both know that would lead to breakfast.” I punch his thick arm and he laughs, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his mouth for a soft kiss. “What do you say, we have dinner at my house on Tuesday? I’ll give you forty-eight hours to get all your work done, but then I’m stealing you away for at least the night.”
I can only nod because he makes it so difficult to say no. I really hate the way I sound right now, because I am not that needy girl who needs attention 24/7. I am mostdefinitelynot the kind of woman who requires a hundred texts and heart eyes emojis throughout the day to make me feel secure. A five minute conversation once a day is more than sufficient.
But something about this man has me throwing all of my logic out of the window. I mean, it’s not like I won’t see him on Sunday for the game, and he already bugs the hell out of me, asking questions and popping in to feed me. My body and my heart aren’t currently receiving messages, so those reminders that he’s no good for me just go to spam.
We turn down a busy downtown street, getting closer to my place, and I feel a sense of disappointment. I could very easily invite him up and he’d stay the night, holding me in his arms like he did the last two nights of our trip. But that’s dangerous and I can’t make it so easy for him.
With a deep inhale I push away the little voice telling mejust do itand reach for my phone in my purse. “Your car literally smells like a football. Did you order some special leather, or something?”
“No special leather, but what a great idea. I’ll have to remember that for my next car,” he says with a smirk.
We pull up to the front of my building and he motions for me to stay seated while he comes around the vehicle to let me out. My suitcase is grabbed from the trunk, and he holds out his hand to help me from my seat like a gentleman.
From the corner of my eye, I see Stephan watching us. “I don’t think you should walk me to my door,” I tell Nic, stopping him in his tracks. “If you walk me up, then I’m going to let you in. And if I let you in then you’ll end up in my bedroom. And if I let you in my bedroom, we both know where that will lead.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” He winkswith a glint in his eye, because he knows my words are true. “Okay. Fine. I’ll leave you to yourself and call you later. Yes?”
I nod my head and he takes my face in his large hands. He pulls me to him and kisses me, making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud of cotton candy. His lips are firm and he coaxes my mouth open. Admittedly, it isn’t too difficult.
Our kiss ends and my eyes flutter open to find his staring intensely at me. “Good night, mi Reina.”
His thumb swipes across my bottom lip and I press a kiss to it. He walks backwards until his back hits his car, then he’s guiding himself around the car until he’s tucked inside and driving off. With the handle gripped tightly in my hand, I wheel my suitcase to the large doors that Stephan holds open for me, grinning like he knows a secret.
“Don’t judge me,” I say with faux cruelty.
