Page 66 of Nicoli

“I don’t know.”

Lines of confusion form on his forehead. “How do you not know?”

“Because it happened the summer after high school when I was in Tuscany.”

“Tuscany?”

“Yes. And I think they were on vacation, too, so I don’t know—”

“They? They!” He brings his fist to his mouth, biting hard, and I have to admit I’m suddenly finding his jealousy and lack of restraint real amusing. I should roll with this.

“Yes. They. Himandhis girlfriend.” I smirk wickedly. “You didn’t think Paula was the first girl whose face I sat on, did you?”

A low growl echoes from his throat as he leans his head down, the muscles in his shoulders straining against the white fabric of his shirt. “Woman, I swear to God my death certificate will have your name listed as cause of death.”

“There are worse ways to go.”

He snorts, and our gazes fuse together, electricity sizzling and crackling, our connection growing stronger with every second. Everything fades to the background, even the bickering, replaced with a flammable longing that licks my skin with fiery strokes.

Nicoli inches closer, his lips less than a breath from mine, and I’m overwhelmed with a need for him to kiss me.Please kiss me.

“You know what we have is more than just an arrangement,” he rasps.

“It’s definitely not enough to warrant marital bliss.”

“Yet,” he growls in a low, gravelly voice that sends a sudden wave of desire between my thighs. His scent is intoxicating as it fills the air, and I breathe it in, warm notes of amber and pepper with a hint of leather.

I gasp when his hands grip my waist like shackles, jerking my lower body closer to him while my shoulders remain planted on the door. He’s planting peppered kisses on my collarbone, slowly driving me to madness. Shivers ripple through my insides when he slides a hand up under the hem of my shirt, his fingers teasing along my stomach in a straight trail up to my breast, but stops just below the swell.

“This has been years in the making, Hummingbird. I was just dumb enough to think I could fight it.”

He drags a single finger up my breast, touching my nipple with nothing more than his fingertip. I try to stifle a groan but fail miserably.

“One bedroom,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “We’ve wasted enough time apart.”

“You meanyou’vewasted enough time,” I challenge with a shaky voice.

“I’ll take responsibility, but only this once,” he teases, brushing his lips up my jaw, breathing hard and spreading goosebumps across my skin. He grazes my earlobe with a featherlight kiss, his finger drawing lazy, barely-touching circles against the very tip of my nipple. “So,” he drawls, “let’s make it official and be a fucking couple.”

“Nicoli…”

My protest dies when he grinds his hard cock against me, lighting my body with a thousand sensations. “Say yes,” he demands.

“I don’t—”

He cups my breast, squeezing hard, and the sound of his heavy inhale causes me to lean my head back, shivering with anticipation.

“Say yes,” he repeats, the volume of his voice climbing with urgency.

I shudder against him and can’t stop myself from rolling my hips against him. I’m dizzy with desire, breathless with a need much stronger than my resistance.

“We can’t—”

Nicoli jerks up my shirt, and warm lips are on my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, inhaling sharply through his nose as if he’s tasting euphoria for the first time. A loud moan escapes me, and I arch my back off the wall, pressing my body harder against his. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, the warmth of his mouth, is like a slow stroke between my legs without him even touching me there. My core is hot and drenched, and I don’t have to touch my clit to know it’s swollen.

Cold air prickles my wet nipple when Nicoli inches back, the tip of his tongue flicking the pebbled nub before swirling around it. He’s slowly driving me insane, soaking my panties with nothing more than his mouth on my breast.

His tongue is gone, and I’m panting with a throbbing need that has my body all twisted up. “Say. It.”

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