His brown eyes don’t leave the menu. “Eggplant pasta sounds delicious.”
The server arrives and takes our order. We fall into silence while waiting for our drinks.
I glance around the restaurant—white linen tablecloths, soft candlelight. Romantic. Too romantic.
When the drinks arrive, Nico’s gaze slides across the table, bold and possessive.
“I’m going to do things to you I’ve never done to any other girl.”
My fingers twist the ends of my wavy strands. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Actually, I don’t care what that means,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “Keep your hands—and lips—to yourself.”
He leans in, face frustratingly perfect, and the butterflies in my stomach go wild.
“You’ll like what I do with my tongue when I’m on my knees being of service,” he murmurs, voice like velvet.
Oh. My. God.
He plans to go down south on me.
Nico’s going to break me down, one teasing touch at a time, until I’m head over heels for the most dangerous boy in school.
And once I fall… how the hell am I supposed to get out?
Chapter Four
NICO
The second I roll to a stop in Serenity’s driveway; she tries to bolt. I flex an arm around her neck. “Chill, Serenity.”
“I had dinner with you on this fake date. Now, I’m going in the house to relax.”
I lean in and press my lips to hers. Her brows lower.
“Do you want to fuck me now? Is that what this is about? My stupid virginity?”
My lips move to her neck, and I suck until she relaxes.
“Nico,” she moans as her hand presses against my chest. Her hand goes from pressing to fingers curling in my t-shirt.
“You’re my woman, Serenity. Which means everything you have is mine.”
“Fuck you,” she grits out in frustration.
Soon, baby. Soon.
Of course, I wouldn’t say that aloud.
“My father’s going to murder you,” she mutters.
“You smell so fucking good,” I groan against her neck.
“I don’t like what you’re doing to me.”
“You don’t like that your pussy’s dripping wet for me,” I chuckle.
“Shut up,” she bites out.
