She’s going to be so worried and pissed at me for just disappearing.
That’s not all she’s going to be pissed about,I mentally berate myself.
Charlotte’s going to be angry and disappointed in me for lying to her and for catching feelings for the one man that should forever be off limits. Her ex.
I was in the middle of a video call with Charlotte when I abruptly hung up on her and ran out of my apartment to help Nico. I didn’t even bring my phone with me. He was the only thing on my mind. All I could think about was making sure he was okay, which is a red flag all on its own.
Unless it’s a patient, I never put other people’s needs ahead of Charlotte’s. Not even Bradley’s. I should have known then it would never work with him.
But with Nico?
I had no problem putting my sister aside for him. In fact, it was all too easy to do so. My guts roil and roll, and I feel like puking at the truth of it all. I’m not catching feelings; I caught them. I am so royally screwed.
“You’re thinking too loudly.” Nico’s gruff, sleep-filled voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts.
I clear my throat and reluctantly extract my fingers from his hair. “How do you know I’m thinking?”
Nico lifts his head and reaches out a long arm to turn on the softly lit lamp beside the bed. As I adjust to the light, he adjusts himself and rolls me onto my back. I willingly spread my legs and let him settle his body between them. He drops his chin to my chest and peers up at me through his thick black lashes. His eyes are icygray again, and his pupils have returned to their normal size. The dark storm that brewed within them last night is long gone.
“Your breathing changed, and I felt your body tense.”
“Very astute, Mr. Romero.” My hands find his hair again as his lip curls in disgust. “What’s that face for?”
He shrugs. “Not my preferred nickname.”
“What should I call you then?” I cup his scruffy cheeks. “Nicky? Nicolas? Nickelodeon?”
“Not funny.” His lips twitch, fighting a smile.
I desperately want to see his cocky smirk.
“Baseball boy?” I tease.
“Watch it,” he warns, placing his large hands on my ribs.
I squish his face in my palms, making his pink lips pout and my need to kiss them ratchet up to a new level of desire I’ve yet to endure. “I’ve got it… Good boy?”
“Fuck.” Nico growls and digs his fingers into my sides, tickling me. “I warned you what would happen if you called me that.”
“What are you going to do? Tickle me to death?” I howl with laughter as he finds the spot between my hips and thighs.
Of their own accord, my hips buck beneath him. I freeze as my core bumps something extremely large and hard. My chest heaves as I take in huge gulps of air and gape at him with wide eyes.
Nico rests his weight on his elbows beside my head, lifting his body off mine. The short distance does nothing to hide the enormous problem between us.
“Is that…” I ask.
“What do you think?” He quirks a thick brow. His voice is rough and not with sleep. It’s gritty and heated, and it makes my insides go haywire and my pussy slick with desire.
“Oh my, that’s, umm, quite a…large appendage you have there.”
Nico barks out a laugh. “Thanks.”
I am incapable of keeping my focus on his face and glance down. Peeking out the top of his waistband is the tip of his dick. His very large dick. Holy mother of the earth, how is it so big?
Wait… Protruding from the top and bottom of his cockhead are two shiny metal balls.
“Savannah,” Nico grunts.
