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Nicholas

Do you want to see me?

Me

Yes.

Nicholas

Open your door.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MILA

I flew across the room, tearing open the door. Nicholas stood on the other side, looking as anxious as I was. He stepped in, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me tight to his chest as his head descended, his mouth covering mine. With a sob, I flung my arms around his neck, kissing him back. Somewhere in my mind, I heard the door shut, felt him pick me up and carry me to the bedroom.

He deposited me on the bed, his body following mine to the mattress. “Not again, Shortcake. Don’t leave me alone again,” he commanded in between kisses.

“No,” I vowed.

“I need you. For tonight, tomorrow. However long you’ll have me.”

“Forever,” I promised.

He hovered over me, the light playing off his face. He had circles under his eyes, the brown irises almost black. His scruff was thick, his voice raspy. “How can I need you so much?” he wondered out loud. “How can you be so important?”

“I feel the same.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, Nicholas. I want you.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me again, and this time, it felt different. I tasted his want and need. His gentleness. His lips were full and soft on mine, his tongue seeking and exploring. He reached between us, tugging on the sash of my robe and pulling it open. The cooler air hit my skin, and I gasped as he trailed his fingers over my torso. I pushed at his shoulders, and he sat back, yanking his shirt over his head. I traced the taut skin over his muscles, smiling as he shuddered. I tugged on his waistband and he plucked at the arms of my robe, and moments later, we were naked and pressed into each other.

I swam in the sensations. His skin on mine. His tongue in my mouth. On my neck. Licking at me. The nip of his teeth and the soothing sensation of his kiss that followed. He explored my mouth thoroughly. Tasted me everywhere. I had never known how erotic it was to have the scrape of a man’s scruff on my thighs. How it felt to have my nipples sucked and played with or the sensation of a soft tongue on my clit bringing me to a shattering orgasm. He gave it all to me.

I explored him and the wonders that his clothing hid. The tattoo over his heart that I kissed. How he groaned when I played with his nipples. The way his muscles bunched as I stroked him. His hiss of satisfaction when I took him in my mouth, my fumbling attempts met only with whispered words of praise and adoration. He was long and hard, sweet and salty, velvet and steel. He loved it when I caressed along his shoulders or gripped his back with my blunt nails. He smiled in satisfaction as I cried out his name when he slid one, then two fingers inside me, pumping in tandem with his thumb rubbing circles on my needy clit. I came again, our eyes locked while I succumbed.

Then he hovered over me, his face intense.

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered.

“I haven’t been with anyone for months, and I was tested. I’m negative,” he assured me.

“Please,” I murmured, arching my back as he touched me again.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“This will change everything.”

“It doesn’t have to.”