Her honesty honors me. She trusts me with the truth and pride swells in my chest.
“Not married, Nicci. Never been married, either. Haven’t even had a date in a long damn time, to tell you the truth.”
The relief I see in her eyes has me two seconds from grabbing her and spinning her ass up over the hospital bed and rutting into her like a damn beast.
“Okay.” Her tiny voice shakes, but a smile upturns her lips and the happiness her smile brings me takes me aback. I want to see that smile every day for the rest of my life, and I need to be the one to put it there.
Me.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve made anyone smile in ten years. I’m not a funny guy. I’ve made plenty of people cry, but no smiles.
This is going to be a challenge, but I’m up for it. Or down for it. Or whatever the fuck I should be. Whatever, I’m going to be the one to make her smile, God damn it.
And that means not leaving her. Which is going to be fucking difficult given that I have a court case next week that might result in me serving an unknown amount of time. But I’m going to work it out. I have to.
Because now I have something to be home for and I’ll be damned if I’ll let the less wholesome aspects of my life interfere with this.
With us.
“Precious, I need to know one more thing. Tell me the truth.” The beast inside of me is clawing his way out, and I have to fight to keep him at bay. She nods, and I ask the question that’s been hammering in my brain since she told me she’d been watching me too. “Is there a wet mess between your legs right now?”
I push my hips forward, meeting the softness of her belly so she can feel the effect she’s having on me and glide the top of my thigh between her legs, rocking it slightly back and forth.
Her cheeks burn red but the hands that were previously resting lightly on the front of my shirt now clench the fabric and twist. I search her shimmering gray eyes, praying for the answer I want. A small frown turns down her lips, and my heart freezes, my hands turning to fists against the wall.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, and light explodes inside of me. Her fingers twist in the fabric of my shirt, and I rub the hard muscle of my thigh between her legs.
Her eyes widen, then just as quickly her eyelids drop to cover half her eyes, and she looks up at me in wonder. Her hips begin to move slightly with the rhythm of my leg, and I lean down and devour her mouth with mine, unable to contain my need to kiss her for another second.
My hands drop to her waist, taking control of her tiny body as she tugs and pulls at me, our kiss igniting.
Her lips taste like summer and honey. My tongue gliding into her mouth feels like coming home. Our mouths rasp and turn together as our bodies pump and move.
Her breathing quickens, then suddenly she is dead still. I break our kiss to look down and see her eyes roll back and her entire body begins to convulse. Her hips jerk on my thigh and I swear a rush of heat explodes from between her legs.
She yelps and cries out, her face falling so her hair cascades down and I can’t see her expression. Then, just as quickly, she snaps it back up, tendrils of hair sticking to her face and across her open lips as she moans, and her orgasm plays out.
I’ve never seen anything more stunning. Watching her in the moment of bliss, knowing it came from me, is the highlight of my life so far.
Her shoulders quake and I bring my hands to her warm cheeks, angling he eyes upward to my face.
“Are you okay, Precious?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and pulls at my shirt. “Yes,” she whispers. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She shakes her head, and I see uncertainty in her eyes. “How emb—”
“It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you.” I kiss her softly as the pain of my own desire is nearly impossible to bear. I fight the urge again to use the fucking convenient bed right behind us to sink into her and make her completely mine.
But she deserves better, and I’m going to give it to her.
6
NICCI
I CATCH MY REFLECTION in the full-length mirror as I rush about the bedroom area of my studio apartment. Geo dropped me off so I could shower and change, saying he would be back in an hour to take me to dinner. As he walked me to the door of my apartment, the last thing he said before I went inside was that he would love to see me in a dress when he picked me up.