“Mm-hmm?” I can’t tear my eyes away as his jewelry glints in the light and a bead of precum pools at the slit, making my mouth water.
“I’m going to need you to stop staring at my cock.”
My eyes bounce to his face and back to his groin. “I’m sorry. I can’t. It’s just so…beautiful.”
I’ve never thought of penises as beautiful before. The doctor part of my brain turns on, and all I see is male anatomy. Nothing special.
But Nico’s cock?
It’s a work of art, like the rest of his body, and I’m only getting a partial view. I’ve never wanted to observe and explore a dick like I do his.
I lift my hand to reach out and touch him, but pause.
I glance up to find him watching me. His chest moves in time with his panting breaths.
Alarm bells go off in my head. I know I shouldn’t do this, but the need to see more, to follow through and find out what happens next is too strong. I want this.
I want Nico.
Licking my dry lips, I ask, “Can I see it? All of it?”
Nico squeezes his eyes shut and takes a breath. After a second, he juts his chin, giving me permission.
I can feel his racing heart beneath my palms as I press my hands into his chest and force him to lie on his back. I throw my leg over his thighs to straddle him. The hard muscles beneath the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen tense as I run my hands down his smooth, inked skin and rest them on his lower abs to steady myself above him.
The air between us fizzes with an electric charge as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
“I really fucking want to kiss you right now.”
“Then what are you waiting for, baseball boy?” I tease.
“For your permission.” He wraps a palm around the nape of my neck and tugs my face down to his. Mere centimeters separate our lips as he whispers, “I want you to want me, Savannah.”
My heart pinches in my chest at his confession. I do want him. I’m just afraid of the consequences that will follow from going down this path with him. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you do,gattina,” he purrs, calling me kitten in Italian, making my core flutter. I finally looked up the pet name, and while I thought the answer would annoy me, it’s had the opposite effect.
I secretly love it.
“I do,” I admit, still frozen to the spot hovering above his lips.
Nico doesn’t move an inch. With his stormy eyes, he begs me to choose him. To let go and lean into my feelings.
This is the moment that will define the rest of my life. If I choose Nico, there’s a chance I’ll lose my sister. If I don’t choose him, then there’s the possibility I lose him and possibly something that could be incredible.
Something I’ve never experienced before.
“Show me how you feel, Savannah.” His gray eyes flicker, and I catch a glimpse of the vulnerable man behind the hard shell he wears.
The man whose father walked away from him and his pregnant mother. This isn’t information he shares freely, and yet he’s willingly shared his story with me. He’s been nothing but open and honest. Even last night, in a moment of his own personal weakness, he asked me to stay with him.
And now, without words, the sexy, strong, cocky man beneath me is asking me to stop thinking and feel.
What I feel deep down in my soul is that I don’t want to be another person in his life who leaves him behind.
And that is scary as hell.
“Tell me how you feel about me.” I need some sort of confirmation that he’s in this with me too. The last thing I want is to leap and hit the ground alone.
