Page 59 of Lethal Infatuation

"This. Us. It was just meant to be a one night stand," I whimpered, biting down on my lip with extreme force. His eyes never left mine as he moved his lips closer to my throbbing core.

"Unfortunately, it was never going to be just one night. You and I are forever." He sucked on the skin, and at this moment in time, I felt nothing but gratitude at the fact that I no longer lived in an apartment.

Moan after moan, needy whimpers, heavy panting—that's what filled the air. "And that comment just proved my point. You're afraid of something, so I intend to find out what that is. Whether it be commitment, vulnerability,intimacy. I'll help you through it, but right now," finally, he kissed my clit and I lost all of my bearings. "no more talking, just moaning."

He flattened his tongue against my clit and I sobbed at the overwhelming pleasurable feeling. "The truth is, I'm afraid, too, and I don't know how to process the feelings I have for you."

Again, I couldn't respond because Nicolas ate me out like his life depended on it. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on it roughly when he slid his tongue inside of me.

He groaned, the vibrations heightening the feeling of pure satisfaction. "So good," I whimpered. "So, so good."

Kissing, nibbling, sucking. One thing about this man is that he knew exactly which buttons to push. He didn't stop until he got at least two orgasms out of me, and by that time, I was spent.

Despite the exhaustion, there was still something I needed to do.

"You look adorable," I praised. Nicolas gave me a bored look and I couldn't contain my laughter. "I'm serious! Besides, this is a rejuvenating face mask, so it's really good for your skin."

"Why is it purple?" he grimaced. "And of course it smells likelavender." He shook his head, clearly not impressed with my skincare products.

"Lavender and eucalyptus, to be precise." We showered together which consisted of an unhealthy amount of kissing. He also coincidentally had a gym bag in his car with extra clothes in it.

Now he was laying in my lap, letting me do whatever my heart desired to him. "Was the headband necessary?"

"Yes, it keeps your hair out of your face."

"Right, because my long, luscious hair just seems to be all over the place." I chuckled softly, applying a lip serum.

"Exactly," I agreed. His eyes were closed and he seemed genuinely relaxed, which was a drastic contrast to his usual demeanour. "Can I ask you a question?"

Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, staring directly at me. "You don't have to ask for my permission, sweetheart." He smiled. "You can ask me anything."

I inhaled deeply. "When was your last relationship and why did it end?"

He laughed softly, grabbing a hold of my hand and kissing the inside of my palm. The gesture was sweet and innocent, eliciting a strange feeling within me. "You're going straight for it, yeah?"

I smiled, nodding. "Six years ago, and it ended because we weren't compatible. We had different goals, dreams, ambitions, and I struggled with affection."

"Affection? I don't think that's a problem for you."

"Back then, it was a huge problem, but if you're referring to sex, that's completely different. It comes naturally, I suppose," he said.

"No." I shook my head. "You were just affectionate a few seconds ago." His smile genuinely made my heart melt.

"With you, everything flows naturally. It's something my very being burns to do—to shower you with affection, even if it's foreignto me."

"Your obsession is blinding you," I joked.

"Perhaps. Or maybe you just aren't ready to accept the fact that I'm willing to do things with you and for you that I've never done before." Speechless. That's what I was. "Now, talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling. What's going through your mind? Tell me your fear."

"Where do I even begin?" I sighed, but he silently reassured me with a small smile. "Commitment and being vulnerable is my fear," I confessed.

"Why do you feel that way?" When I struggled to answer, him he spoke again. "Are you going to say that vulnerability equals weakness?"

He quite literally took the words out my mouth. "How did you know?"

"I know because I feel the exact same way, yet here I am, allowing you to put a purple, fluffy headband on me and a purple, lavender, eucalyptus face mask. Do I come across as the kind of man who does any of this?"

"You most certainly do not." I laughed. "Deep down, I know that displaying emotion and being open or vulnerable is far from weakness, but I was conditioned to have that negative connotation. The experiences I've had in life have definitely added to the notion."

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