“You asked if I was mad that you fucked Stone in my bed.”
A cold chill swept over her. He’d told her he wasn’t mad.
“You lied?”
Nico shook his head. “I wasn’t mad. I’mnotmad. I’m…” He hesitated, his eyes glittering. “I was jealous.”
Stevie continued to look at him, holding his gaze, waiting for more.
It finally came, but not in words the way she’d expected. His response was made with his body as he shifted her legs apart and settled himself between them. She pulled one knee up and back, urging him where she wanted him.
Stevie whimpered when the broad head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She dug her fingertips into his sides, urging him deeper, wanting him more than she ever had. It reminded her of the day in her office. The day he’d fucked her against the wall. So much emotion had churned between them that day, so many things left unsaid.
“I was jealous that he had you all to himself,” Nico whispered as he pushed in deeper. “That he got to wake up to you, that he got to feel the heat of you first thing. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
“You have?” She hadn’t known. Until that day in her office, she had honestly thought her feelings were one-sided. Yeah, she knew he enjoyed the sex—it was incredible—but she hadn’t realized he was looking for anything more than that. But then he had told her he loved her. Her heart had swelled that day, but it deflated quickly when he never mentioned it again.
Nico held himself still when he was fully seated inside her. Stevie wanted him to move. She wanted to feel him, wanted him to bring her the unbridled pleasure her body expected from him.
“Do you remember that day in your office?”
She nodded, wondering if he could read her thoughts.
“I told you I love you.”
She swallowed hard, nodding again.
“You didn’t say anything,” he whispered, his eyes locked with hers.
“Neither did you. I thought…” She cupped the back of his head, teasing his hair with her fingers. “I thought it was just the heat of the moment.”
“No.” He shook his head for emphasis. “I’m not holdin’ back anymore, Stevie.” His words were gruffly rasped, a slow, sexy scrape over her senses. “When it comes to you, I’m all in.”
She cried out when he slid out of her and pushed himself back in deep. His eyes implored her as their bodies remained one.
Nico began to move, pumping his hips, filling her, stretching her. She wrapped her legs around him, dug her ankles into the small of his back, and urged him deeper.
“Tell me you want me,” he groaned.
“Yes.” She knew he wasn’t referring to her physical desires. “I’ve always wanted you, Nico.”
He fucked her harder, deeper. It seemed her words sparked something inside him.
“I want that, too,” she continued. “To wake up in your bed … oh, God … Nico … yes…”
He shifted, his hands fisted beside her head as he began driving down into her. She felt every thrust, not only with her body. She felt something more than corporeal pleasure, more than sensual gratification. She felt a bone-jarring intensity that reached the depths of her soul.
“Tell me it’s more than sex,” he ground out.
“It is,” she assured him even as their bodies moved together in the very act they were discussing.
“Tell me you trust me, Stevie.”
“Yes.” She held onto him, his thrusts more punishing, driving her closer to orgasm. “More than I trust anyone.”
He groaned, his gaze sliding down her body and locking on where they were joined. He pulled out and pushed in. Out and in, watching as he fucked her. Stevie continued to watch him, loving how expressive he was when they were like this. He was usually so guarded, but not when they were together like this.
She was still watching him when he looked up, meeting her gaze. “Tell me you love me.”
