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Nicolo responds with enthusiasm, his lips finding my neck as he trails feather kisses down from my ear and along my shoulder. Bracing on one forearm, he massages me gently with his other hand, kneading my breasts, tickling over the planes of my stomach, and then between my thighs.
I gasp as he runs a finger along my wet slit, and his shuddering breath washes across my skin, warm and comforting. Turning my head, I find his mouth in the dark, demanding kisses as I trace my tongue along his lower lip. The fire in his response sets my skin alight, and his fingers tease my clit, building my arousal into a roaring inferno.
“Please, Nico,” I breathe against his lips, begging him this time. I want all of him, filling me, stretching me, consuming me so entirely that I can’t think of the horrible dream that still lingers in the back of my mind.
His cockhead presses between my slick folds, and my breathing quickens with anticipation. He eases into me, allowing me time to feel every inch of his impressive girth. I groan as he pushes inside of me up to the hilt, relishing the full warmth of him everywhere around me all at once.
He rocks slowly in and out of me, and the soft way he fucks me makes my heart ache and my stomach quiver. I’ve never felt this level of tenderness from him during sex before. It brings tears prickling to my eyes as powerful waves of emotion course through me.
“Yes!” I gasp as I barrel toward an orgasm. “Oh, God. Nico!”
Nicolo’s cock swells inside me as I find my release, and as the first wave of ecstasy grips me, I feel hot cum spurt deep inside my core. A groan reverberates through Nicolo’s chest and into my body as we come at the same time. His lips crush mine in a fierce kiss, and his arms cradle me as his hips press me into the soft mattress.
Wave after wave of tingling euphoria consumes me, washing away all the anxiety and tension until all I feel is the deep contentment of a powerful orgasm, leaving my limbs limp and my skin electric to the lightest touch.
Nicolo’s breaths and mine mingle as we gasp together, pulling air into our lungs. Resting on his forearms as he looks down on me, Nicolo’s eyes shine with intense emotion.
“I love it when you call me Nico,” he confesses, his lips turning up into a grin.
I hum contentedly, rising from my pillow to kiss his smiling face.
After several glorious moments, Nicolo eases out of me. Collapsing onto the bed beside me, he stares up at the ceiling, and I study his strong, devastatingly handsome face closely. Something has shifted between us, and for me, I know what it is. I’m falling for him. The protective care he’s shown me tonight has shattered all my hard-won defenses. The knowledge that he came for me and saved me from certain death when he could have left it to his men affects me on a deep, resounding level. And despite our conflicts, despite all his cruelty along the way, I can’t stop it, even if it means I end up hurt again. I’m falling for Nicolo fast and hard.
Snaking his arm around my waist, Nicolo pulls me against his side, and I rest my cheek on his chest, using him as my pillow as he holds me close. There, wrapped in his arms, I listen to his heart beat a steady rhythm, and slowly, I drift to sleep once again.
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Inhaling deeply, I wake to the warmth of Nicolo’s powerful arms still holding me close, his chest pressed to my back, his hips curled around mine as he spoons me tenderly. A bubble of emotion bursts in my chest to know he held me all night, and in his arms, I wasn’t plagued by nightmares. I slept more soundly than I have in months, actually.
A yawn parts my lips, and I fight to do so quietly. Nicolo stirs behind me, releasing a deep, satisfied breath as his muscles tense, pulling me tight against his chest for a moment. Then he releases me, allowing me to sit up in bed. I do so, pulling the bed covers up around my breasts as I turn to face Nicolo.
“Good morning,” he groans as he stretches his arms languorously above his head.
A smile pulls at my lips as the warmth of a blush tinges my cheeks. “Good morning,” I respond. This is the first time I’ve spent the night with a man–actually sleeping in the same bed as him–and somehow, it makes what we have feel all the more intimate.
Seeing the way his perfect mess of curls cascades over his forehead after a night of sleep fills me with butterflies, and suddenly, I wonder if my hair isn’t a complete rat’s nest. I don’t even remember removing the pins from it before falling asleep last night.
Reaching up with my free hand, I feel the loose knot it’s become at the base of my neck, and my heart sinks. I’m going to give it some serious attention if I’m going to retrieve all my pins from the mess I find.
Humor lights Nicolo’s eyes as he catches me checking my hair. “You look beautiful,” he says. “Especially after the night you had.”
His words trigger a flood of images that come crashing into my brain, wiping the smile from my face. I’m lucky to be alive. When faced with that fact, a tiny thing like the state of my hair seems completely inconsequential. Then my mind fast-forwards to the terrible dream that woke me in the middle of the night, the gentle way Nicolo calmed me, and the passionate yet tender sex that followed. My core tightens just thinking about it.
Sliding from beneath the covers, Nicolo stands and collects his basketball shorts, pulling them up over his naked body and hiding his sheer perfection. Glancing around, I search for the T-shirt he lent me and snatch it up off the floor. Fighting the unreasonable shyness that turns my skin warm, I drop the covers to don the Cubs logo.
“Are you hungry?” Nicolo asks. “Or would you rather I take you home?”
My heart skips a beat as I realize it’s Sunday. “Oh, um. Actually, if you don’t mind, home would be great… Sunday breakfast is kind of a big deal with my family.” My pulse quickens as I’m faced with the knowledge that I’m treading dangerously close to the secret I’ve been keeping from him for months now.
But miraculously, Nicolo seems unbothered by my response. “No problem. If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a quick shower, and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Thanks.” I smile shyly and watch him disappear into the bathroom. Glancing down at my apparel, I realize I can’t go home wearing this. While I don’t necessarily want to put my green dress back on, I think it would be a better choice than walking into our apartment wearing a man’s clothes.
I find my dress folded neatly on the gray leather reading chair that occupies one corner of his room, my panties placed on top. Something about the simple gesture tugs at my heartstrings. Reaching for the lace thong, I pull it on, then strip the T-shirt once more to replace it with my dress. Despite all the horrendous events of yesterday, the dress is in almost perfect condition. Aside from a small tear at the top of the thigh-high slit, there isn’t even dirt or blood staining the beautiful fabric. Which means my coat must have taken the brunt of Alexia’s gore. I shudder to think of what it must look like and notice that it’s not included in the stack of clothes Nicolo left me.
The running water shuts off a moment later, as I sit to put on my shoes. When Nicolo exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening from the beads of water on his shoulders and chest, my mouth goes dry. Now that all my defenses have been battered down, I can’t seem to stop myself from noticing just how gorgeous Nicolo really is. Like a god among men, his body is pure perfection, his muscles lean and toned, his abs the dictionary definition of washboard.
