Page 56 of Stuck with Me

“Something tells me, you’re going to break our agreement,” I mutter.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

I kick my underwear off and now I’m standing half naked in front of a man I barely know. And yet, I feel as if I know him better than any other guy in my life. Maybe it’s because we’ve been forced together for the last twenty-four hours. Maybe it’s because we’ve already shared so much with one another. Not just sex, but the grief, the self-pleasure, the panic attack, the history between our grandparents.

There’s an entire lifetime between us.

“Woman, you have no idea how badly I want to touch you.”

There’s a dip in my belly. If I wasn’t already wet, I am now. “Then do it.”

He chuckles. Then gives me atsk tskbefore he gestures with his chin. “Now, slide those fingers against your clit.”

I do as I’m told. But not because I’m being told. Although that’s pretty hot, too. I do it because I want to. I’m horny and desperate to have him touch me. But if he can’t, this is the next best thing. And I know it’s getting him worked up too.

It’s only a matter of time before he caves.

I take my time, teasing not only myself but him as well. I run my hand underneath my sweatshirt, graze my breasts and nipple before guiding it down my stomach. I slip my fingers against my clit where my question is answered because I find myself so wet I’m slick. My head goes fuzzy and already I react to my own touch and my eyes drift closed for a few seconds. My fingers tease my pussy and my hips thrust against my hand.

I open my eyes and watch him as my fingertip circles my clit, and I can’t help but release a little moan.

Nico bites his lower lip. “You’re beautiful.”

I swallow and work the words out of my throat. “Yeah? You mean my pussy is beautiful?”

“Your pussyisthe most gorgeous one I’ve ever seen. But you, standing there, touching yourself and making those little adorable moans, is beautiful.”

He makes me feel beautiful.

“I want to see all of you, Kit-Kat. Take off your sweatshirt.”

Regretfully, I remove my fingers from playing with myself and unzip the hooded sweatshirt. It only dawns on me now that I’m like the woman in the fucking book. Only instead of no underwear, I don’t have a shirt underneath the hoodie.

I take my time again as I tug down the zipper. Nico studies me from his place on the corner of the couch. There’s still a tent in the crouch of his sweatpants and it makes me giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

I gesture at his pants with my chin. “That’s gotta be painful.”

“It is,” he grunts as he resituates himself on the couch and throws an arm over the back of it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone if you want to relieve it. I’ll even let you look at me while you do it,” I tease.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Now, strip.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine. But I’ll tell you now, you won’t be able to resist.”

When the zipper is down, my breasts are on display for him, and he groans. I slip my hand into the pocket of the hoodie to pull out Gigi’s necklace so it doesn’t fall out. Nico’s attention catches on it.

“What are you doing with that?”

“Just taking it out of my pocket. I don’t want to lose it.” I set it on the coffee table before letting the sweatshirt slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor.

Nico stands and reaches for the necklace. I try to snatch it back, but he holds it out of my reach.

“What the hell, Nico?”

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