Page 20 of Naughty Nicky

He laughs, unfazed by the snow. It throws me off guard that I don’t even notice the giant snowball he has in his stupidly large hand until he is smashing it on the top of my head.

“Nick!” I scream as the cold overtakes me.

He just grins at me.

I smack him in the chest, but it’s like hitting an iron door. The man could be Superman, since it feels like he is made of steel.

Then my eyes really do fall to those abs, and I can’t help my thighs from clenching. I can’t help it that I have a thing for men that look like they could be on the cover of a romance novel.

“Get a good look?”

I roll my eyes at him and push him out of the way as I stomp back inside. Now I am annoyed, wet, and cold.

“Pen,” he says as I push open the balcony door and rip off my wet sweater.

I’m not really thinking as I pull it off. I just know that I’m cold and wet and annoyed, and not thinking about the fact I’m only wearing some see through red lace bra underneath. Noteven when I turn around and throw my hands on my hips to look at him. “You know not everything is about you and your stupid perfect body.”

The smirk on his face falls as he takes me in, his eyes immediately dropping to my chest. That’s when I look down and realize the mistake I made. My hands fly off my hips so fast and cover my chest. “It—I was cold,” I stutter.

Obviously, you idiot. Your nips are standing at attention right through your damn bra.

“Uh, yeah.” Nick clears his throat, and I realize I have him at a loss for words. I mean, I don’t have much going on up top, the girls are a solid B, but they have some sort of effect on him. “Your sweater is probably soaked.”

“Well, you’re the asshole who was throwing snowballs at me!”

And just like that the awkwardness fades away.

He grins at me. “You were too easy of a target.”

“I’ll get you back for this.”

“This was my payback for those stupid dares you had me doing.”

I just shrug as I turn and grab a blanket off the couch, wrapping it around me.

I watch as he leans over and unties the snow boots he has on, slipping them off and leaving them in a wet mess by the balcony door.

“Let’s get you some dry clothes to change into.” He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall.

I try not to think about every single one of my junior high and high school dreams coming true as my old crush pulls me toward his bedroom by the hand.

Grow up, Pen. This is just him being nice to you. But I can’t stop thinking of the way his face changed when he looked at mytits. The way desire flashed through his eyes turning those azure irises molten even if it was for just a second.

As we walk into his bedroom, I take in the way the exposed wood logs aren’t covered up like they were in his studio. The logs bring a warmth into the room that wasn’t in the other room. A large king-size bed sits pushed against the log cabin wall, silky dark gray sheets covering the bed with a fur throw sitting at the foot of the bed, his clothes from earlier thrown in the middle. Unlike every other guy I’ve known, which on a personal level is not many, he has no television in his room. Just a dresser with nothing on it, no pictures, no décor. A lonely chair and ottoman sit facing the large window with a small table next to it, a book I can’t read the title of sitting there. I am sure that the view looks out into the woods or maybe to a view of the mountains beyond.

He leaves me near the bed as he walks into what looks like a walk-in closet, I lean over to get a better view and see it’s a small hall with built-in shelves that leads to an attached bathroom.

He comes back out with a sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. “They’ll definitely be too big for you, but at least it’s better than the wet clothes you have on.”

He hands them to me before walking to the dresser where he pulls out a T-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks, stacking them on top of my arms. “The bathroom is just through the closet. I can throw everything into the dryer later, at least if we still have power. Snow is definitely getting heavier.”

“Okay,” I answer softly then head into the bathroom.

I shut the door behind me, setting the clothes on top of the single vanity. The bathroom is smaller than I thought it would be. A decent size walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead is across from the toilet and vanity, the black tiles a stark contrast to the wood throughout the house. The vanity matches with black cabinets against the white walls.

I drop the blanket that’s wrapped around my shoulders and strip off my leggings that are more wet than I thought. Even my underwear is wet, so I pull those off too. Since I don’t even really need the bra, I throw that into the pile of wet clothes before slipping into Nick’s clothes. They’re clean, so they don’t smell of fresh air and winter snow. I almost want to dig through the vanity and see if his cologne is in here, maybe I can just add a spritz to the clothes. Or maybe that is his natural smell, he is somewhat of a mountain man.

I shake the stupid thought from my head as I roll the sweatpants until they sit normally on my hips and slip the hoodie over my head. I leave the wet slippers to dry in the bathroom as I grab my wet clothes and the blanket off the floor.

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