Nadia and I are officially just friends. There shouldn’t be anything to fuck up.
But it’s out there, and I won’t take it back.
“I have an extra rehearsal over there this afternoon. I can drive you home then,” I offer.
Adrian gives me a long, hard look. “I don’t trust you,” he says finally.
Fuck.
“I do,” Nadia pipes up. “I would trust Flynn to the ends of the Earth.”
Adrian shakes his head. “Nadia…” He scrubs a hand across his face. “Do you know how many girls have been in his bed?”
Double fuck. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Of course, there’s nothing I can say to that because it’s true.
This doesn’t feel like the right time to make that confession to Nadia that I want something more than what we have. I wish to hell I’d done it last night before she fell asleep with her sweet head resting on my shoulder.
“Yes,” Nadia says simply, chin lifted. “It doesn’t matter or make him untrustworthy. It just means he’s good in bed, which is what I need right now.”
Ouch.
I’d like to think I brought more than sex to the table, but maybe I’m delusional. I mean, Nadia was honest from the start about what she wanted. A bed partner to help her have sex again.
I did that for her.
Maybe now is when we go back to being friends.
But no, she said she’s staying.
Just for sex, a voice in my head grumbles. I know I should ask her. We need to have a conversation to clarify and redefine, except even as I think it, I know I probably won’t do it. Because I don’t want to end this prematurely.
If she only wants sex, but isn’t finished yet, I want it to keep playing out.
I don’t want her to end things because I declare myself in love with her.
Dammit. I’m in a fucking pickle here.
Well, for starters, I need her to stay and Adrian to leave. I focus on him. “I won’t hurt Nadia. I understand what she’s been through, and I’m careful. I’m paying attention. I know how to be the guy she needs.”
Adrian considers me like he’s seeing me for the first time.
Or like he sees the new me. The one Nadia revealed. “You have bigger balls than I expected,” he admits.
“I won’t hurt her,” I repeat.
She may demolish me, but I would die before I hurt Nadia.
“If you do, I’ll cut those nuts off and feed them to your–”
“Oh-kay,” Kat interrupts loudly. “We’re leaving. Bye. Love you, Nadia.” She blows a kiss to Nadia with one hand as she tugs Adrian’s elbow with the other.
Adrian doesn’t move despite Kat’s attempts. He points a tattooed finger at me.
“Go, Adrian,” Nadia says.
Abruptly he turns, puts an arm around Kat and guides her out the door.
Nadia groans when the door shuts. “I’m sorry my brother is such an ass.”
“It’s cool,” I say. I’m still smarting from the notion that I’m just a sex therapist for Nadia, but I don’t plan to let it show.
She still has her arms around me from the side, and she peers up at me now. “Why are you so nice to me?”
I smile down at her, dazzled by her affection. “You’re pretty good to me, too, Peaches.”
“Am I?”
I nod, cupping the side of her face and kissing her forehead. I breathe in her butterscotch scent. “Really good. What do you want to do for breakfast?”
Excitement lights her face. “We could…um…go somewhere?”
I know it’s a leap for her. Or a week ago it would’ve been. Now she’s suggesting outings herself.
“Absolutely,” I say immediately. “But there’s something I need first.”
“What is it?”
“Come here.” I swivel and walk her backward until her ass hits the overstuffed arm of the sofa. I pick her up by the waist and sit her on it, then drop to my knees and spread her thighs.
“Oy.” I loved the shocked, pleased syllable that leaves her lips.
I delve my tongue between her folds, seeking that now-familiar taste. Exploring her delicate pleats with the tip of my tongue.
She grips my head to keep from falling back, shrieking and laughing a little. “Flynn….da.”
I work her into a frenzy with my tongue, then slip my thumb inside her as I push back the hood of her clitoris and suck the little bead between my lips.
She screams, her knees slapping against my shoulders as she comes around my thumb.
It occurs to me that any upright sexual position might be a win for her. If she was chained to a bed, she couldn’t have been on her feet.
I rise and slip my thumb out. “Stay here. Don’t move, okay, Peaches?”
She looks too dazed to go anywhere, anyway. She gives me a glassy-eyed nod, and I rush to the bedroom to grab a condom. Her gaze drops to my tented briefs when I return, and a smile plays around her soft lips.