Page 85 of Stuck with Me

Nico Moretti has ruined me.

He’s ruined me in the best way and the worst.

The person I am when I’m with him, guard down, walls shoved away, and my imperfect self at his mercy. It’s refreshing. But it’s also scary as hell.

One minute, Nico is bossy and in complete control, and the next, he’s gentle and intuitive. He knows exactly what I need before I ask. If I want him to hold me closer, if I need him to go deeper, harder, faster, he willingly complies without a verbal request.

I don’t want to admit that there could be something real between us. That thisthing, this magnetic energy, this force of nature, could be authentic. How can two people who only met a few days ago feel this strong of a connection that has the potential of lasting?

It’s insane.

And yet, it doesn’t feel like we’ve just met. The bond between our grandparents has tethered us together, and in a weird, twisted way, has bonded us.

Nico gazes down at me reverently with heavy-lidded eyes. They reflect a kind of satisfaction that can only emerge after the best and most intense orgasm. Our breathing is in tandem, erratic and pleasure filled. He teases one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, giving it a little pinch and I squirm beneath him. He chuckles and leans forward to run his tongue across the peak of my nipple while he squeezes my breast and a hiss releases from my parted lips.

Nico stretches me as he slowly withdrawals, watching as he does it and I release a little whine. Separating from him causes an ache in my core. I don’t want to separate from him.

“Look how flawless we look together, Kit-Kat.”

And I do look. Because I’m hypnotized by the fascination of the two of us. Of how we can fit so perfectly together.

“My cock looks beautiful soaked with your cum,” he says, tone growly and sexy.

I don’t know about beautiful, but seeing it causes a swirl of triumph to wrap around my body. I’ve never finished quite so hard and desperately as I do with him.

He pulls all the way out of me, and I whimper. He flops onto his back next to me, and his breathing lulls me in a comforting way. I’m content and calm in this moment.

Nico turns to me and drags his fingers down my arm, and I shiver at his soft and gentle touch. “That was incredible.”

I face him and bite my lower lip and can only nod. There’s too many words pinging around in my brain to describe what that was. Amazing, remarkable,

“I need you on top, Kit-Kat. I want you to ride me.”

Pushing up on my elbows, I say, “Only if I can wear your cowboy hat.”

He gifts me with a grin, one I’ve learned is a trademark Nico grin. It causes my toes to curl and butterflies to thrash in my chest.

“Don’t tell me, you’re one of those women.” He rolls off the side of the bed and picks up a shirt off the floor and returns to me. He quirks a dark brow. “You’ve got a fantasy to ride a cowboy?”

I beam up at him and nod enthusiastically.

Passing me an adorable but sheepish smile, he rolls his eyes playfully before leaning down and burying his face into the crook of my neck and evoking a fit of giggles from me as he sprinkles me with kisses.

When he pulls back, he says, “WhatevermyKit-Kat wants.”

The possessive tone, the use ofmyas a claim, should send me retreating from this bed, from this room, but it doesn’t. It does the opposite. It forces my heart to crack open a little and what I allow to seep inside ishim. Nico, and his gentleness, Nico, and his dominance, Nico, and his care, Nico, and his filthy mouth.

Nico and hiseverything.

I let it all bleed into my heart.

He wipes me clean with his shirt before tending to himself. It’s a small thing. But it’s a first for me. Apparently, I’ve only been with selfish assholes. Maybe all along I’ve needed a southern gentleman.

He tosses the shirt back onto the floor and picks up his cowboy hat from where it’s been hanging on the post of the headboard. He waggles his dark brows at me, and I squeal in delight.

“Woman, I’m about to make all your fantasies come true.”

A thrill loops through my core and my skin buzzes with anticipation. “Ahh fuuuuck, yes please,” I practically purr.

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