Page 72 of Apple of My Eye
‘We shouldn’t,’ I say, as the top of his thumb grazes my nipple.
‘Why? Because we’re in your childhood hangout?’
I nod, but I can’t speak, it’s too hard to find the words when Nick is touching me like this.
‘But you want to,’ he breathes, feeling my nipple peaking at the slightest brush of his touch.
‘I want to.’ I’m half moaning, breathless.
Under his touch I’m completely blissed out, my head on a cushion of straw, both of our feet dangling off the small ledge of the loft that overlooks the concrete floor below. Light drips in from the single window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the afternoon air.
Nick slides my shirt off, his eyes dark with hunger as they rake down my exposed body. As he releases my breasts from my bra, I arch towards him, moaning softly. He presses a finger to my lips and smiles coyly. ‘Can I finish what I started?’ he asks, trailing kisses down my neck.
I nod.
He looks up.
‘Yes,’ I pant.
He makes a sound in the base of his throat, a cross between a growl and a moan, and kisses me again, this time gently taking my nipple between his teeth.
‘Yes please,’ I breathe.
Nick wrenches off his T-shirt, his abs rippling as he positions his mouth over my thighs and presses his lips to my hip bone. I feel my body start to turn to liquid, to melt underneath his touch, my knees falling sideways, opening up for him. He works slow kisses until he arrives right where I need him before he hesitates, kissing me swiftly on the lips while teasing a finger inside me. I writhe with pleasure and he practically purrs, ‘You’re so wet for me.’ I nod, completely breathless, as he works my clit with his fingers. I feel need building inside of me, I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Until he sucks on my clit and thinking about anything else is completely obliterated. ‘Nick,’ I moan, ‘Oh, my God.’ I must have more nerve endings than I ever thought possible. He teases his fingers around me and slips them in, filling me completely as his tongue continues to circle slowly, methodically, and my breaths get more and more rhythmic, faster and faster his hands move and before I know it, I’m crying out loudly, my entire world exploding. Nick continues, lapping me up like he’ll never get enough, reverently consuming me until I stop shuddering and my body goes limp in his arms.
‘That was incredible,’ I murmur.
‘I was going for the gold star.’ He winks at me, before pulling his body up to rest atop mine, his forearms on either side of my head. He kisses me slow and deep.
‘I think it’s my turn to go for the gold star,’ I sigh, my lips pressed to his, my insides hot with desire.
‘You already got one,’ he says. His breath hitches when I tug at the hemline of his pants. ‘God, you’re sexy.’
Another gold star, this time for both of us, later, and we return to the fields, hair messy, limbs liquified, blissfully exhausted.
It’s Friday and U-Pick officially kicks off tomorrow. The Parkers and my parents are so busy planning they have hardly kept tabs on where we’ve been. Which is lucky considering we can’t keep our hands off each other. We’ve earned more gold stars than I can count. Even though Nick and I declared a truce, I allow myself to ask one time how the Parkers are doing. The uncertainty is killing me.
‘Let’s just say I held up my end of the bargain,’ Nick says. He has my back pinned to the wooden fence that separates our property from the Parkers. ‘I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore,’ he murmurs into my neck, sending chills up my spine.
‘I know,’ I breathe. ‘I told myself I could ask one time though.’
‘Honestly.’ Nick pulls away from me, looking at me intently with his big brown eyes. ‘I don’t know what will happen. I did what I came here to do. The rest is in their hands.’
‘My dream is in their hands,’ I correct him.
He runs a hand up my forearm. ‘I know,’ he mutters. ‘I would never have accepted this job if I knew what succeeding meant to you.’
‘But you can’t just not succeed, for once?’
He shakes his head before he looks towards the Parkers’ home. ‘I can’t do that to them .?.?.’
‘I know,’ I say glumly. That’s one of the things I like so much about Nick, his devotion to the Parkers, his sense of loyalty. I kick at the dirt under my shoes.
‘Let’s enjoy the time we do have,’ he says, before hoisting me up to sit on the fence, the perfect angle for me to wrap my legs around him.
Fuck it,I think, before I do exactly that.
