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“Not good enough?” She jumps up from her seat. “No! Nick, no. I don’t…I do notlovehim. But I won’t lie to you. There are feelings there for him, but they’re not…” Nina takes a step toward me but stops herself. “I love you! It’s always going to be you, Nick.”
“Even if he loves you?”
“Even if he loves me. I will always choose you. I am yours.” Nina takes the final step, taking my face between her hands. Her palms are warm against my cheeks. “My heart and soul belong to you. I only ask you to give me the grace to figure this out. The same grace I’ve extended to you about Charlie.”
“Nina, we—”
“I don’t want to know, Nick.” She shakes her head, dropping her hands and taking a step back. “I don’t need to know. Whatever happened…or didn’t happen, you weren’t yourself.” Biting down on her lip, she blinks away from our shared gaze.
“Ti amo, Davina,” I say. It’s the first thing to cross my mind. I gently grip her chin and pull her mouth to mine in a quick kiss. “The only things that matter to me in this world are you and that little girl down the hall. I could lose everything, but as long as I have you…I know I’m gonna be okay.”
“You have me. You’ll always have me.”
I stick out my right pinky and tears form in her eyes when she looks at it. With a soft laugh, she sticks out her own, wrapping it around mine tightly.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Nina
OUR FINGERS STILL INTERTWINED, Nick uses them to tug me forward, into his embrace. His left hand grips my neck and brings my mouth to his. It’s soft and leisurely like we have all the time in the world, and I suppose we do.
I untwist my fingers from his and trail my hands up his chest, gliding around the sides of his neck. The slow, languid strokes of his tongue become more desperate as he urges me backward until the backs of my thighs press against the bed. He reaches down, cupping my ass, and lifts me off my feet. My back hits the mattress and Nick wastes no time crawling up, covering my body with his. His lips dot along my jaw and neck, fingers skating across my stomach when he lifts my sweater. The familiar roughness of his touch warms my skin.
Nick tugs the fabric over my head and leans down to press a lingering kiss on the initial branded into my shoulder. He traces the letter with his pointer finger before he looks up, tears coating his whiskey-golden orbs.
Wrapping my hand around his neck, I bring his lips to mine, and the soft kiss quickly turns hungry. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open to him, letting our tongues tangle in a desperate embrace. A hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back to give him full, unadulterated access. Wet, open-mouthedkisses trail down my jaw and throat to my chest. Unclasping my bra, he kisses between the valley of my breasts.
“Where didhetouch you, Davina?” His mouth is hot on my skin. “I want to know every place that his mouth”—a gentle bite on the swell of my breast—“and his hands”—he caresses down my stomach—“and his dick”—he cups me through my leggings—“touched you because I’m going to remind every inch who you belong to.”
The simple words ignite a fire under my skin, and I can already feel the pulse intensify between my legs. My husband has always been a possessive lover, a dominating force when it comes to lovemaking, and it’s one of the things I love most about him. This is the one place he doesn’t hold back no matter the circumstances. It’s the one place where I’m not forced to be in control, to clean up after everyone else, or to worry about the repercussions. Because when we are behind this door, we are not Nicholas Davis and Davina Villa—entrepreneurs, business owners, investors, and every other title associated with our names—we are just Nick and Nina, an ordinary couple trying to show their love for one another.
“Do you know who you belong to, Davina?” My husband whispers against my stomach. His lips brush against the skin above the waistband of my leggings.
“You.” I gasp as his tongue licks a stripe up to my navel, dipping inside. That’s new, and not something I’d expect, but fuck…it felt interestingly good. He tugs my leggings and underwear down my hips, and I kick them off before his fingers find my center. “Nick.” I moan when he touches my swollen folds and pulls back, satisfied.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re fucking soaked, Davina.”
"È la tua bocca."A breathy laugh passes my lips after I say,It’s your mouth.
“This mouth?” Nick asks. He spreads my legs and blows against my entrance, and I breathe out a soft, “Yes.”
One finger swipes up my center, followed by his tongue, and the sensation bows my back off the duvet. Nick chuckles against me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and dragging me to the edge of our bed. He winds my legs around his waist and lifts me into the air, carrying me to the chair next to the fireplace. My ass hangs halfway off the edge, but his grip on my thighs is firm and supportive, pushing my legs apart as far as they’ll go.
“Dee,” he groans, staring up from under his lashes. He licks a single stripe up my center, letting his nose brush against my clit, and it sends a shiver up my spine. “Fuck, I’ve missed tasting you.” He smiles before his mouth returns to where I need him most.
“Yes.” I sigh, digging my nails through his short hair. Each swipe of his tongue that follows brings me higher than the last. “Oh my god.” I gasp when he flattens his tongue against my clit, dragging it across the sensitive bud, and pushes two fingers inside me at the same time. But it’s not only the feeling of his tongue or his fingers that drives me higher, it’s the look on his face when I stare down at him. Pure euphoria is the only way I know how to explain it—like he’s enjoying this as much as me. His eyes meet mine again and with a final brush of his tongue, it sends me soaring.
His hands brace against my legs, keeping them spread when I try to squeeze them closed, and he laps up my release with a heavy moan. My perfectly manicured nails dig into the arms of the chair as I let my head fall behind me, unable to control the strain of expletives falling from my lips.
My body arches forward without warning when he does a final suckle on my clit before sitting back on his heels. He wipes the corner of his mouth with a smirk. My nails still dig into thewooden arms, but I nod in response when he offers his words of praise.
Nick stands before me and bends down to swipe his thumb over my cheek before covering my mouth with his. “You were such a good girl.”
When I open my eyes, he’s already pushing his jeans down his thighs, leaving them in a puddle at his feet. His cock strains against the fabric of his underwear.
“As much as I want to fuck your mouth, I don’t want to wait any longer to be inside you,” Nick says, pushing the cotton down his legs and fisting his cock.
He’s fucking beautiful. And he’s all mine.
