Page 78 of Female Fantasy
His roar of release is the last thing I hear before my vision blurs, fading to the darkness of the ocean’s bottom.
Chapter Fifteen
Nico’s lips gently brush over mine in a silent question.
I shut my eyes and open my mouth, deepening the kiss in answer.
A groan wrestles its way from deep within Nico’s throat, vibrating against my lips. Our tongues tangle together, giving and taking. Pushing and pulling. When he runs his hand through my slightly damp hair, wrapping the locks around his fist and tugging my head back to give him better access, I let out a gasp of surprise. But he devours the sound, and the quiet moans that get trapped between my lips. His teeth and tongue trail down my neck. Exploratory at first, then desperate.
“Can I touch you?” he mumbles against my ear.
“Please,” I pant, grabbing a fistful of his T-shirt.
He flips us around so I’m facing the New York City skyline. My back is arched against Nico’s front. I feel his hardness pressagainst me, firm and imposing. He nips at my neck, running his hands along the curves of my body. His calloused fingers caress the sides of my breasts, the softness of my waist, before kneading the roundness of my ass. Nico lets out a little growl, cupping both cheeks before giving each one a playful smack.
“Perfect,” he whispers.
“Is that right?” I attempt to tease.
Until Nico’s fingers land on my breasts, giving each nipple a sharp tug.
My thoughts turn fuzzy.
“Yes, Joonie. Thatisright.” He leans down to run his tongue and teeth over fabric-covered peaks. “You have no idea, do you?”
“No idea about what?”
“What you do to me. How often I’ve thought about this. About you.”
My hands reach around, under his shirt, feeling the toned muscle there. The wisps of body hair and defined, earned lines. “Since that night in the motel?” My fingers move over his chest, down his abs. Lower.
“No.” He lifts my sweatshirt over my head in one swift motion, covering every inch of the skin he finds with kisses. “Guess again.”
My pulse races, my breaths coming fast and shallow.
“Oh God,” I whisper as his hands migrate to the inner seam of my jean-clad thighs. “The accident? When I fell asleep?”
He turns me around again to face him. His pupils are so dilated that his blue eyes look as black as the night sky.Without breaking eye contact, he kneels before me. “Do you remember your first winter break home from college?”
He runs a single finger between my legs, from the apex of my thighs to my entrance, humming when he finds the fabric there already damp.
“Yes,” I force out. “Tey said your parents were making you decide who you wanted to spend the holidays with, so you chose neither and stayed with us. I was so pissed.”
He chuckles roughly, applying pressure. “No shit. When I left for college, you were just my best friend’s sweet kid sister. Then years later, you walked through the door, and I kid you not, Joonie, when I saw you again, I felt like I’d been punched in the fucking throat. You marched in with all this beautiful black hair piled on the top of your head, your hands on your hips, and fury in your giant brown eyes. You hated me. Walked right past me without so much as a second look. And I was done for.”
I run my hands over his silky buzzed blond head, his hair like strands of gold in the light of the streetlamps. “I promised myself that I’d act like you weren’t there. Tey yelled at me for it.”
“Yes.” One hand undoes the button of my jeans, slowly pulls down the zipper. “It turned me on to see you get all fired up. You never gave me the time of day unless I ticked you off. So I began picking fights with you here and there. Nothing serious. Just enough to see your cheeks flush that crimson red. Like they’re doing right now.”
With one firm tug, my jeans and panties are pooled aroundmy ankles. I whimper as the cool air brushes against the most sensitive parts of me.
“You’ve wanted me all this time?” His breath tickles my stomach. I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. “But I was so mean to you. You were so mean to me.”
“You fucking consume me, Joonie.”
The stirring in my core is momentarily drowned out by the drumming of my heart.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispers against my abdomen.
