Then I went into the bedroom.
And lay awake for hours.
Mind racing, body humming.
I’d maybe only gotten a couple of stolen hours of sleep when I crawled out of bed in the morning, careful not to wake up the peaceful Goya who had, indeed, slept by my feet all night, keeping them warm.
I had my heart set on a cup of coffee and a few moments to quiet my mind as I came out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth and combing my hair.
But then, well, I strode right into Nico’s chest.
Hisbarechest.
His arm went automatically behind me, holding me closer, making my body press to his.
There was nothing but my silk pajama set and his sleep pants between us.
There was nothing to stop me from feeling how my breasts crushed to his hard chest. Or the way his cock stiffened between us.
I couldn’t even keep the little whimper that built up inside at the feel of him.
At the sound, Nico sucked in a deep breath. Which only made my breasts press more firmly against him.
His fingers clenched, digging into my hip as one of my own went to his upper arm, loving the way the muscles tensed under my touch.
Did I maybe arch my lower body in closer to him, feeling his hardness against my belly?
Yes, yes, I did.
My head tipped back.
Then there were those lovely eyes of his. Heavy-lidded, his desire as clear as my own must have been right then.
His gaze searched mine, looking for something. I wasn’t sure if he found it, or didn’t, but I did know that he turned suddenly, pressing me back against the wall.
His hand slipped from my hip to grab the back of my leg, lifting it up and spreading it against the wall, opening me up to him.
Then he was stepping closer, his thick need pressing against my desire.
There was no stopping the throaty sound that escaped me then as need exploded across every nerve ending.
My body reacted before my mind caught up, my hips rocking against him. A hard shiver racked my system as he brushed across my aching clit.
With a rumbling sound, Nico pressed in, harder, making my head fall back on a moan.
Nico leaned in, his lips on my neck, creating more sparks of need as our hips rocked together.
My soft whimpers grew louder with each passing moment as Nico’s lips traced down my neck, then between my breasts.
Then he suddenly dropped my leg and moved back a step. There was no stopping the objection that bubbled up and burst out.
“Shh,” Nico murmured, lowering down, his face sliding down my belly, my hips, then the triangle above my sex.
His hands slid up my thighs, grabbing the material of my shorts and panties and slowly dragging them down.
I stepped out.
Then he was lifting my leg over his shoulder, and his face was between my thighs, his tongue tracing up my center.
