Page 35 of Lethal Infatuation

I've never ever been turned on by a man showcasing his jealousy or possessiveness, but with Nicolas, I almost climaxed right then and there with his large hand gripping my jaw tightly and the dark look in his eyes.

Not to mention the fact that he was so close to me, the heat of his body seeping into the side of mine.

When the waiter returned to bring us our food, he barely looked at me. There was a fearful look on his face and I felt bad for him. Poor guy didn't even do anything, but Nicolas gave him the death stare.

We finished our dinner, indulging in small talk while Nicolas kept brushing his leg against mine. "You could've just gotten in touch with me the day I left, so why didn't you? Then we would've most probably been on our tenth date by now," I jested.

"If that were the case, you would'vebeen pregnant with my child by now." My eyes widened and I bit down on my lip, feeling a rush of heat coursing through my veins.

"You're making this so difficult for me."

"Why's that?" He took a sip of his wine, keeping his eyes locked on me with a swoon worthy, yet annoying smirk adorning his sexy facial features.

"How are we supposed to take it slow when you keep saying dirty things like that?" I murmured, looking away from him and glancing straight ahead.

"Eyes on me." It's like he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. Instantly, my eyes were back on him and the eye contact sent a shiver down my spine. "You've thought about, it haven't you?"

"About what?"

"Don't be coy," he said in a low, gruff tone. "About mecominginside of you." I blinked rapidly, taking a slow gulp.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"I'm just being honest," he said casually. "I've thought about it on multiple occasions, and if I'm being frank, I don't want to take things slow. I want to take you home tonight and fuck the shit out of you."

"Nicolas…" That's all I could say. I didn't have any other words. This man always rendered me speechless. My heart beat accelerated and I shook my head.

"However, I respect you and I respect your decision, so for now, I'll just daydream about it," he whispered. "That doesn't mean I won't take cold showers and fuck my fist thinking about it."

"Jesus Christ." I squeezed my thighs together, grabbing onto his forearm. It grounded me because right now it felt as though I were floating away. "Stop."

He chuckled darkly, the deep, baritone sound skated across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "When I pictureyou spread out underneath me, this is exactly how you hold onto me." He looked down between us as I dug my nails into his arm.

"One of these days, that foul mouth of yours is going to land you in trouble."

"Yeah?" He leaned in, our lips inches apart. "Are you going to discipline me?"

"I just might."

"You finished?" He gestured towards the food left over in my plate. My eyes followed his and I nodded.

"Yes, thank you so much for dinner and for the date. Are we going to split the bill?" I smiled, but it faded when I noticed the look he gave me. "What?"

"Seriously?" he deadpanned. "Don't you ever say that to me again. I'd splurge my entire pay check on you."

"It's just common courtesy."

"The next time you ask me if we can split the bill, I'll finger fuck you in public and I'll make sure everyone around us is well aware of it," he warned. "You hear me?"

Normally, men behaving in a possessive manner or displaying any signs of dominance made me cringe. But when this man spoke to me, letting me know that I belonged to him or telling me about all of the depraved things he'd do to me, it made my stomach flutter.

"No," I teased, wanting to rile him up a bit. "I'll most likely ask the same question the next time you take me on a date."

"So you want me to make you come in a room full of people? Noted."

I laughed softly. "I'm just messing with you, that's definitely not something I want. I would die of embarrassment."

He smiled at me, shaking his head. The gesture made my chest bloom with a tinge of warmness. "You're a tease. You've been messing with me since the day we first met."

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