I never should have let him get this close.
The intoxicating smell of his skin surrounds me, clouding my judgment. The reason I need to stay away from him slips into the dark recesses of my mind. He shouldn’t be able to make me feel this way. Seen and desired.
But he does.
“Now, I’m going to properly kiss the fuck out of you and your sassy little mouth, and you are going to enjoy every damn second of it. I know I will.”
The war between my head and heart comes to a standstill, because my body has entered the battle and overpowers them both. I tilt my head to the side, giving him permission to take what he wants. What I want but am too scared to admit.
Nico’s lips are on mine faster than lightning crashing through the sky as he pushes me into the wall. He licks into my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine.
The electricity from the storm that is Nico runs through me like an erotic charge, fueling every cell in my body. He tastes like sweet candy and spicy cinnamon, and something uniquely him.
I moan into his mouth, parting my lips. He takes advantage and deepens the kiss.
This is no awkward get-to-know-each-other’s-rhythm kind of first kiss. This is a we’ve-been-kissing-all-our-lives kind of kiss. We are instantly in sync. Our mouths mold to one another in perfect unison.
Nico seductively massages my tongue with his, and I give as good as I get, clutching the fabric of his shirt with a white-knuckled grip, erasing any space between us.
I knew kissing Nico would be dangerous, but this goes beyond. I slide my hands up and over his stomach and hard chest, palming his hard muscles that lie beneath.
My stomach dips, and my panties dampen as he presses his hard length into my stomach and sucks on my bottom lip. We simultaneously groan with pleasure as I dig my fingers into his hair, and he glides his large palm over my butt and squeezes.
The world melts away, taking all the reasons for this being a bad idea with it.
Nico is an amazing kisser. Tender and demanding.
I lose myself in his embrace. In his rich scent, his heat, in the way his tongue explores my mouth. He makes my knees weak and my head dizzy. And through all that, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
In his arms, kissing him like we were always meant to be.
My phone rings in my pocket, and it’s a knife cutting through the lusty and intoxicating fog that is Nico Romero. It brings me back to the present. I rip my mouth away from his and push him back.
He takes a step back, taking his heat and leaving me cold, as my ringtone continues to blare over the sounds of our ragged breaths.
Icy guilt crashes over me, making me sick to my stomach.
What the hell did I just do?
“We can’t do this.” Just saying the words rips at my insideseven more.
Nico reaches for me, but I raise my hands to stop him. I can’t let him touch me, or I might do something I’ll regret. Like kiss him again or break down in tears.
He respects my boundaries, but the clench in his lower jaw tells me he’s not happy about it. “Savannah.”
“No, don’t, please,” I beg, covering my face with my hands. Tears sting my nose as the phone stops ringing.
Nico gently tugs my hands away from my face. “Talk to me.”
“No,” I snap.
The confused and slightly hurt look on Nico’s face almost destroys me, but I grasp onto the resolve I need to put an end to this before things get out of hand.
“There is nothing to talk about. This was a mistake.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.
“A mistake?” Nico grunts. Anger flashes in his silver eyes as he shakes his head in disappointment.
He gives me space as he pulls out the black card from his back pocket and swipes it across the keypad. The elevator finally ascends, and seconds later we are on the top floor.
