Take It (Sinclair 1)

“And jealousy,” she continued. “I hate irrational jealousy. I’m very loyal, and I hate being questioned as if I’m not trustworthy!” she admitted vehemently.

Nick clenched his jaw slightly. Guilty. Until Kalilah, Nick didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. It was something about her and his desire for her that made him hate any guy that came within a ten-foot radius. He knew it wasn’t fair to either of them.

Nick agreed. “Jealousy is a bitch.”

Now that they weren’t eating, Nick felt like they were too far from each other. Time to test the boundaries. He stood up and stretched by locking his hands together, raising his arms in the air and leaning back. The motion caused his shirt to ride an inch up his abdomen.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as she stared at the exposed sliver of skin. Her breathing was shallower, and she was biting her lower lip like she always did when she was turned on. Good. She still wanted him. Her gaze moved lower and focused on his crotch. His dick twitched in response. Nick briefly wondered what she would do if he pulled it out. He realized that she’d never seen it or any other part of his body. That would change soon.

Nick knew he looked damn good naked. He wasn’t concerned about her seeing him. He hadn’t taken off his shirt because it hadn’t been the right time. He knew she’d associated his shirt, or lack thereof as a sign that he was ready. And he was. Nick just wanted to do it at a good time. Not planned, but not as random as Lazy Friday.

His birthday was fast approaching. On one side, losing his virginity was a cheesy gift, but he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather have for his birthday. He would decide later; he knew the perfect moment would present itself.

Right now, the goal was simple. He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him kissing her with all the longing he’d felt for the past few weeks. She returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. They were still interlocked when he walked her back to her bed. The back of her thighs hit the side of her mattress, and he pushed her down.

Kalilah’s heart tapped danced against her ribcage. Nick’s sudden shift in mood left her confused. One minute he was asking her questions about her love life and the next he’s kissing her senseless. She lifted herself up on her elbows to look up at the enigma that was Nick.

He kneeled on the floor, positioning himself between her legs. His strong hands hooked behind her knees, pulling her flush against his waist. Nick moved her up into a sitting position bringing them eye to eye. He tucked a strand of hair that escaped from her ponytail behind her ear then placed his hand on the side of her face.

His thumb stroked her cheek as he spoke.

“Kalilah, I need to clear up a few things.” His eyes were dark like a thunderstorm and focused on her lips. He resumed eye contact when he continued to speak. “I do trust you. I would not have started any of this if I didn’t. In that moment, I didn’t see you. I’d let all the other bullshit from my past cloud my judgment. I hadn’t dealt with the bitterness I felt towards the women from my past, and I took it out on you and Dex.” Both of his hands were holding hers. “Please forgive me for my momentary lack of faith.”

Kalilah nodded. She couldn’t speak. His proximity to her was dimming her intelligence. All her emotions seemed to be stuck in her throat. The ability to form sentences was lost. Nick searched her face and nodded when he found what he sought. The look in his eyes morphed from humble sincerity into steamy regard.

Kalilah was afraid that her diamond-hard nipples would shred her bra trying to get some sort of contact with Nick. He had the power to make her wet with a look. The way he was studying her triggered a softcore porn montage in her head. Nick grinned and brought both of his dimples out to play. Damn. If he was a comic book hero, suggestive looks would be his superpower.

“Good,” he said before grabbing her knees and sliding his hands up her thighs.

Kalilah held her breath. If he tried to seduce her, she would be powerless to stop him; she didn’t think she wanted to stop him. He leaned in a little closer.

“Now let me tell you what I intend to do. I fully intend to get inside of you soon. I intend to kiss every allowed inch of you.” He palmed her face with both hands.

“Specifically, I will kiss you here.”

He rubbed his thumbs over her lips.

“Here.”

His hands slid down the sides of her neck leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“And here, of course.”

He continued to slide his hands down. His thumbs slid between her cleavage and his palms over her breasts. Kalilah held her breath. She was scared to move lest she was dreaming. This was too good for her to wake up now. Nick hands continued their journey down her body; his thumbs traveled down the middle of her stomach and ghosted over her navel.

Kalilah tried to speak. “Uh…”

Nick shook his head. “I’m. Not. Finished.”

He grabbed her knees and pushed her legs a little farther apart. His thumbs moved up her inner thighs. Holy shit! Kalilah bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“I’m going to kiss you here, on both sides.”

He leaned in closer. She was surrounded by him and his scent. Definitely not dreaming. He hovered over the side of her neck, his breath was like a gentle touch before he whispered.

“I’m going to spend most of my time kissing you…here.”

She felt Nick’s thumb press against her through the thin material of her shorts and panties. He started at the bottom of her slit and slowly, achingly slow, moved upwards towards her clit. He emphasized his point by simultaneously rubbing against her clit and licking the ridge of her ear. Then he sucked the lobe between his teeth. Kalilah moaned and almost came instantly. Fuck!