My hand is flat on his chest, right over his heart. “This is the line, Nico. If we do this, you don’t get to push me away when you wake up later and feel guilty. I can’t handle that.”
He cups my jaw, stroking his thumb softly over my lower lip. “Fuck the line, angel. We’re already so far past it, and I’m tired of trying to be good.”
For once, he doesn’t sound defeated about how much he wants me. He sounds hungry. Desperate. And it undoes me.
“Then stop trying,” I say. Or I try to, anyway. I don’t get it all out before Nico’s lips are on mine, and everything around me just… pauses. I feel him everywhere, taking every atom I’m made of and remaking it into something new.
Holy shit, this is just a kiss.
Except it’s notjustanything. Nico and I cling to each other like we’ve finally found a lifeline in a storm, and maybe we have. A sweet, pepperminty lifeline.
He’s not gentle. Nico takes as much as he gives to the kiss, consuming me until I’m trembling. Our tongues clash desperately against each other, but we move in perfect harmony. He clutches my face hard; I dig my nails into his scalp. We break apart for a single gasp of air, and we’re on each other again. Why the hell did we wait so long? This iseverything.
Nico drags his hands down my body, squeezing my hips as he turns us and presses me against the window. Then his hands are on my ass, my feet are off the ground, and I’m perched on the windowsill before I can think anything of it. It’s instinctive to open my legs, for Nico to step between them, for me to wrap them around him, locking my ankles at his back.
He breathes my name against my mouth as he draws his fingers up my body, pulling my sweatshirt over my head as he goes. Which, naturally, I take as an invitation to start undressinghim. He hisses when my cool fingers brush his bare skin, and the sound spurs us both on. We tear at each other, not caring that it’s too cold to strip down up here. Not caring that there’s no real bed. Not caring that there’s no way this ends well, considering I live in Chicago and he lives here.
Well, maybe I care about that a little. But I can compartmentalize.
Nico spreads his palms over my thighs and presses his forehead to mine. We’re both naked, and I’m not entirely sure when or how that happened, but my mind is singularly focused on one thing and one thing only now that we are: I need him inside me.
I pull him in closer, brushing my lips over his jaw. “Please,” I murmur in his ear, and he shivers. “We’ve been waiting for so long.” Never mind that it’s been less than a week since he first touched me. It feels like a lifetime ago.
He fists his cock, stepping as close as possible so he can run the head over my pussy. I cry out as he brushes my clit.
“God, angel. You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps.
It’s hard to form words when I’m so on edge, but I manage two syllables. “For you.”
The hand on my thigh flexes, and I’m on the verge of begging, when Nico stills. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I didn’t bring a condom. Hell, I don’t even know if I have one at home. I don’t keep them around. I just buy them when I go into Jackson to?—”
“I have an IUD,” I interrupt, both because he’s spiraling unnecessarily and because no part of me wants to hear about the people he hooks up with. I’m not usually a jealous person, but the thought of Nico touching anyone else… nope. Not going there.
Nico pulls back enough that he can search my face. “Are you sure?”
“Very sure. It hurt like hell getting it put in.”
“Wh—no, that’s not… Are you sure you’re okay with not using a condom? I get regular physicals since it’s not easy for me to get to a doctor if I get sick, and I had one and got tested last month.”
As much as we’re both desperate for this, I don’t believe Nico would ever put me at risk. We’ve touched each other plenty already, and the thought never even crossed my mind.
I reach for his face, and his eyes flutter closed as I stroke my finger over his cheek. “I’m sure. I trust you. And I got tested not long after the crash. I haven’t been with anyone since. If you want to wait, we’ll wait. But from my point of view, if I don’t get you inside me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
His lips curve, and, when he opens his eyes, they’re dark and smoky. I’m starting to recognize the switch in him, and my body responds, burning so hot, I can’t believe I was ever cold in here. I lean into the chilled glass, and Nico pushes my thighs apart as he drags one finger up my body. I look down, my gaze following, until he reaches my face and grips my chin. He presses my lips with his thumb until I part them, and he can slide it into my mouth. I moan around him, and his fingers tighten on my chin.
“Be a good girl and say please.”
Oh my god.
He makes no move to take his thumb out of my mouth. “Please, Daddy,” I say, the words muffled. “I need you.”
“You have me, angel.” His eyes flare, a grunt falling from him as he replaces his thumb with his mouth, capturing my lips in a messy, desperate kiss. I feel him nudging at my entrance, and my head falls back. It wouldcrack against the glass if not for Nico anticipating the movement and cupping the back of my head with his hand.
I drop my gaze between us, whimpering at the sight. Fuck. In all of the wishing and fantasizing, I really didn’t let myself process how big he is.
