Page 57 of Stuck with Me

He holds a palm up. “Just hold on. I’ve got an idea.” He grins and waggles his brows.

And now I’m a little worried.

“What kind of idea?”

Nico steps close to me. I suck in a breath.

“Nico, I?—”

“Bra, off,” he interrupts.

Clamping my mouth shut, I glare at him but do as I’m told. I unlatch the hook in the back and let the lacey fabric fall to the floor, setting the girls free.

Nico’s dark eyes scan my now fully naked body from my head to my toes and back up again. I shiver under his intense gaze. He’s standing so close that the heat from his body radiates off him and warms me. I catch a whiff of his cologne. It smells good. So manly. So…Nico, I realize.

“I could stand here all day and study every dip and every curve of your body and still not grow tired of it.”

My cheeks flush at his compliment. I might as well be a puddle on the floor. I want to grab a fistful of his sweatshirt and yank him into me until our bodies connect and our lips crash together. My pussy aches already. The craving so strong it’s nearly painful.

Nico takes the compass in his fingers and touches it to my chest. The cold metal shocks my bare skin and I inhale sharply. Slowly, he rolls it against one of my breasts. As he drags it down my nipple, they pebble from the contact.

“I may not be able to touch you,” he growls, his heated breath brushing my neck, “but I can pretend.”

I swallow. “This feels like you’re breaking the rules,” I mumble, pleasure already wracking my body.

“Let’s just say, I’m bending them.” He gazes down at me, his pupils darker. “Unless…you want me to stop?”

This feels like a trick question. If I say yes, he stops, and I won’t get any kind of pleasure from him. If I say no, I’m a hypocrite.

I shake my head slowly and if his wide, satisfied smile doesn’t make me want to punch him in the dick. So confident I’d answer this way. But how could I turn him down? Having him glide the cool necklace against my skin is the kinkiest shit I’ve ever experienced.

And I want more.

“Lay down on your back,” he demands.

This time, I don’t hesitate. Call it curiosity, call it being aroused, I don’t care what the hell you call it, I’m in.

Carefully, I lower myself to the floor near the Christmas tree where there’s still blankets and pillows left from the night before. Our eyes lock as I lay down on my back. Candlelight flickers around us. My breathing is uneven.

Nico unbuttons his flannel shirt and I blink at him, mind whooshing with wonder of what he’s going to do next. He’s got on a solid white t-shirt underneath. His thick corded forearms are now on display, making me even wetter. There’s something about a man’s forearms that gets me excited.

“You’ve got me so fucking hot,” he grumbles, as if it’s a bad thing.

“Then why don’t you strip off the rest of your clothes.”

Problem solved.

“Nice try, but this…this is about you.” His dark eyes take me in, hunger overtaking the brown hue. “Now spread those legs for me, Kit-Kat.”

My legs tremble as I slowly pull my knees up before spreading them apart. “I thought you weren’t going to touch me.”

He crouches in between my legs and dangles the necklace in front of me making my eyes pop open. My mind races with anticipation and my body stirs.

I shiver. “Then do it, please,” I practically beg.Who am I?I don’t beg.

Nico leans forward and suspends above me. He grins as he rasps near the cuff of my ear, “Stop being a brat and have some patience, woman. I’m going to bring you so close to coming you’ll be begging soon enough for me to finish you off.”

I gasp.This man. If he keeps saying things like that, I believe it.

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