Page 48 of Naughty Nicky

“Then don’t.”

His gaze meets mine, and a serious look falls over it. “We have to think about Wesley.”

I frown. I know we need to talk about it. I just want to put it off until the very last minute. “I don’t want to talk about him right now.”

“We have to.”

“Your dick is still inside of me.”

He laughs. “I can fix that problem.”

“I don’t know if I want you too.”

He presses his lips to mine, and I take them greedily, anything to get out of talking about my brother.

Nick pulls away. “I’m serious, Pen. We do need to talk about this.”

I groan and drop my head to his shoulder. “I know. I just don’t want this fairytale to end.”

“It has to end at some point, Pen.”

I breathe in his scent. Trying to add it to my memory, knowing that our time is limited. “I know,” I whisper.

“But I don’t want it to end either. I don’t know what it is about you.” He pauses, and my heart is fluttering with possibilities. “You just make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe never.”

I run my fingers along his abs surprised by his candor. I could barely get anything out of him two days ago, and now he is freely giving me information. “Like what?”

He rubs his thumbs in circles on my lower back under my T-shirt. “I feel safe with you, Penny. I feel content. Happy. At peace. So many things. So many things I’ve been looking for in my life and have never found. And you just crash your car into a snowbank and my life, and suddenly everything just seems to make sense.”

My heart clenches in my chest. “So, you want to try this out?” I’m on edge waiting for an answer because I hope more than anything he says yes.

“I do. I really, truly do.”

I sit up, his dick twitching inside of me as I move and bring my lips to his. I want this man so much. I never thought I would even be sitting with him here in this position with this option. Ten-year-old me’s jaw is on the floor right now.

He kisses me back with such fervor. I get lost in the feeling, lost in him.

When he pulls away, I know we really need to talk about Wesley.

“So, your brother?”

“We just need a plan.”

“I’m guessing he’ll be home soon. Christmas is only five days away.”

I nod. “He is supposed to be coming home in two days.”

“I want to see you, Pen. I do. I want to be able to spend the holidays with you, but I don’t think this is the best time to tell your brother. I think we should wait. See how things unfold with us. This is just so new, and I don’t…not that I don’t believe that what we have is special. I just don’t…”

“I get it. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, you may hate me in a week.”

He snorts. “Doubtful.”

“I could make you play truth or dare again.”

“Not happening.”

“Spin the bottle?”

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