The second my lips press to hers, she comes.
So do I.
The orgasm consumes me. With no space between us, I feel every wave of Scarlett’s release, and I want to drown in it. I want to drown inher.
For a moment, we are one.
THIRTY
SCARLETT
I’m still trembling when Nico collapses beside me. It’s a relief to see he’s breathing as hard as I am, because it feels like my heart is beating a mile a minute.
Even after my orgasm has died down.
I’ve never had sex like that. I didn’t even think it was possible. Is that feeling what I’ve been missing this whole time? That connection?
Maybe it’s the post-orgasm bliss, or maybe it’s the late hour. But I think I’ve lost the filter that usually keeps me guarded. Because I suddenly want to talk to Nico about it.
I don’t fight the urge to curl up under his arm. When he squeezes me closer and presses a kiss to my temple, I sigh and wrap around him.
“I didn’t know sex could feel like that,” I admit quietly.
There’s the briefest hesitation in the way Nico brushes his hand up and down my arm. But just as quickly, he relaxes and continues his touch. “Yeah?” he asks softly.
It feels good to be honest with him. “Does it always feel like that for you?”
This time, his hand freezes completely.
“Never.”
His answer only makes me want to share more. Knowing I shared something special with Nico? It’s intoxicating.
This time, my confession is whispered.
“I’ve never…trusted someone like that. I thought it would be scary, but it wasn’t. It was…empowering.”
It should scare me when Nico stops breathing, but it doesn’t. Instead of hiding away from his reaction, I lift my head and peek up at him.
He looks both terrified and confused, somehow.
“What is it?” I ask him.
That wide-eyed look stays on his face when he meets my eyes.
“I just…” His throat moves on a swallow. “I mean, weren’t you…married?”
It takes me a second to understand what he’s saying. When I do, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I roll onto my back with a tired sigh. “Yeah, looking back, it sounds ridiculous. My only defense is that I was nineteen.” Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I mumble, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about sex.”
“No, it’s not that,” Nico rushes out. The bed rustles as he shifts his weight to balance on an elbow beside me. “Iwantto talk about it. I want to know what you’re thinking about.” His voice quiets with the slightest sign of nerves when he adds, “I meant it when I said I’m all in, Scarlett.”
I melt at the affection in his voice.What did I ever do to deserve this man’s attention?
“It’s not a pretty story,” I say in the smallest voice.
“I don’t care,” he responds instantly. “If it got you to be here with me then I’ll be nothing but grateful for it.”
