Only With Me (With Me 2)

“If we were at my house, you’d be eating it with fresh pasta.”

Nic sauntered over to me, placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me to him. “If we were at your place, Charity would be pushing us to the bedroom and probably telling me the correct way to use my dick.”

Laughing, I hit him on the shoulder. “You’re so bad, right, but bad.”

He quickly kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll put some music on and you get to cooking dinner for me, woman.”

Colbie Caillat’s soft voice came through the speakers and I couldn’t help but smile. “I love her!” I called back over my shoulder.

I felt him before he touched me. The hairs on my neck stood and my lower stomach dropped as his hand moved around and rested on my stomach. He pulled me back against him and I rested my head on his massive chest.

His hot breath tickled my skin while he teased me with his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you all day how heavenly you smell.”

I could only respond with a, “Mmm.”

“So good, I’ve been fighting the urge to explore your body to see if every inch of you smells just as divine.”

“Nic,” I whispered in a needy voice.

He placed a soft kiss under my ear before moving his hand up to my breasts. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple and I could feel it straining against my bra. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”

My legs went weak and his grip on me tightened.

“Yes,” I gasped. I didn’t even care how needy that made me sound. I couldn’t stop thinking about his touch. Dreaming of what his face would feel like between my legs.

He turned to me. “I want to touch you now, Gabi. Hear my name fall from your lips as you come.”

“Touch me, Nic. Please.”

Before I even knew what was happening, I was in his arms and he was walking us to his bedroom. My heart started beating faster.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but I want to see that pretty Italian pussy of yours.”

My face buried into his chest as it burned with embarrassment. Nic stopped walking.

“Look at me, Gabi.”

I did as he asked. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body. It’s perfect in every single way.”

Chewing on my lip, I craved to do anything I possibly could for this man to make him happy.

“I promise I won’t be,” I softly said as I gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes.

His eyes turned dark as he headed into his bedroom. Gently sliding me down his body, he smiled a smile that knocked me out of my socks. “Tell me what you want me to do, agapiméni. I want to hear it from your lips how you want me to make you come.”

My cheeks heated again. This man was going to kill me.

“I . . . I um . . .”

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. I’d never been open with a man before. Telling them what my fantasies were. I certainly couldn’t do it with him.

Warm hands cupped my face. “Look at me.”

My eyes snapped open and looked deep into his. His stared deep into my soul while he slowly spoke. “Tell me . . . how you want . . . me to make . . . you orgasm.”

I swallowed hard. I knew exactly how I wanted him to do it.

“Start with your hand and then . . . then—”

My eyes drifted down to his mouth. The left corner slowly rose into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen in my entire life. “Keep talking, baby.”

Chewing on my lip, I dug deep down inside and said the words I’d been thinking. “I want you to use your mouth.”

A full-blown knock-me-the-hell-over smile spread over his face.

“That’s my good girl. I think the lasagna is going to have to wait a few more minutes.”

I let out a nervous chuckle. Nic dropped to his knees but kept his eyes on me. When his hands grabbed my waist, I gasped. He slowly pulled my yoga pants down. He moaned when he saw the baby blue lace panties I had on underneath.

“Blue just became my new favorite color.”

Smiling, I fought the urge to reach for my own breasts. The heat of his stare alone was beginning to start the buildup.

I stepped out of my pants and Nic tossed them to the side. When he pushed his face into my panties, I moaned and dug my fingers into his thick dark hair. His long intake of air caught me off guard and caused my lower stomach to pull with a desire I’d never in my life experienced before.

“Jesus,” I whispered.

“Damn, baby, you smell so fucking good.”

I couldn’t pull my eyes off of him. The way he was worshiping my body had me trembling with anticipation. All I could smell was Nic. Everywhere. My eyes quickly searched his room.