“I thought you’d have run away to your room,” I say, closing the door behind me, setting my phone on the key table beside the door, and kicking off my boots.
“Hadn’t made it that far yet.” His voice is gruff, skating over my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I hum and crouch down to straighten my boots. He could’ve easily made it upstairs, but he didn’t. And he had to know I would be coming in here.
When I stand back up, he’s watching me. Even from the door, I can see his eyes are hungry. It’s the sign I need to cross the room and step between his legs. He looks up at me, his jaw tight, and a lock of hair falls across his forehead. I brush it away, and he swallows when my finger grazes his skin.
“Este.”
“What?” I run my finger down his cheek, his jaw, until my hand is on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t shrug my hand off, and I take that as a goodsign. My hand isn’t enough, though. I straddle his lap, my legs on either side of his, looping my arms around his neck.
“You’re a smart man. You know what I’m doing.”
Nico sucks in a breath as I shift on his lap. My shorts are thin, and his jeans feel so fucking good pressed against me.
And I can feel exactly how hard Nico wants this. How hard he wantsme.
“Angel. We can’t,” he rasps.
“You don’t want to?” I challenge him.
“You know I do.”
I run my thumb over the nape of his neck, and his eyes flutter closed. “Then give me one good reason we can’t.”
“You’re twenty-six.”
“I said a good reason. Not something you can find on my driver’s license.”
“Your dad is my best friend.”
“Better. But I don’t typically talk to my dad about my sex life. Do you?”
He’s quiet for a moment, like he’s searching for an argument. “No.”
“Well, then. He doesn’t have to know. No one has to know.”
Nico’s gaze bores into me, searching every inch of my face. “Why? Why do you want this?”
What he means is “why do you wantme?” I hate that he’s even questioning it.
“I dream about you. Since the first night I got here. Pretty much every night,” I tell him, and his eyes widen.
“Good dreams?”
I lean closer to him, my lips hovering just above his, butnot quite close enough to touch.“Verygood dreams. But I’m pretty sure the real thing would be better.” I shift in his lap, and a curse I wish I could taste spills from his mouth. “Come on. It doesn’t count if it’s just once,” I say, fully aware that I don’t want “just once.”
He shakes his head, his expression tortured. “I promised I’d take care of you.”
I should’ve known my dad wouldn’t only ask that of me. Unfortunately for Nico, I’m twisted enough to use it to my advantage. But I promise to make it very fortunate.
“So, take care of me,” I say, brushing my lips across his jaw until I can whisper in his ear. “Make me feel better. It hurts, Daddy.”
One word shouldn’t hold so much power, but the effect is instant. Nico sucks in a breath, and then he’s standing up, gripping me tight. I barely have time to blink before he turns and sets me down, not entirely gently, on the bed. He stands to full height, and I look up at him, towering over me. My mouth waters.
