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"You don't find me calling you adorable sweet?" His hands are now gliding to my butt.
"Nope." I grin while enjoying his wandering hands. There is a boyish grin on his lips as he sees my reaction.
"What would you like me to call you? Babe, angel, my little vixen?" He makes me walk backward as he moves. "I know what I like to call you though,” he states, while guiding me with his hands.
"What?" I ask.
"My girl?"
Heat flows into my cheeks. It sounds so sexy coming from him.
"God, that blushing of yours is so sexy, Emma."
Right away, another wave of redness intensifies my colored cheeks. Suddenly I'm pinned between the counter and his body.
"Hmm, do you have a weakness for this kitchen counter?"
"Oh, I do, Emma. I get ideas that involve you sitting or lying wide-legged on this counter. Do you have whipped cream?"
A stream of pure lust rushes straight into my pelvis area.
"You know we are all alone…" he says in a deep, husky voice.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," I say, while letting my hands make circles on his shirt. He bends forward, and his lips nip on my earlobe.
"Do you remember what you said last night?" Goosebumps awaken my skin. "What about you tell me—"
Before he can finish his sentence, the phone rings. Damn. I grab the phone and see Alisha's name on the screen.
"Leave it," Nick says as he nibbles on the sensitive skin of my neck.
"Yeah, I can call her later." Pushing the phone aside and attending to more urgent matters. Nick.
My hands roam through his still messy hair; his lips travel up, placing kisses on my jawline. I'm already panting when his lips reach mine.
"I simply can't get enough of you, my angel."
"I know the feeling," I say, while caressing his chiseled chin. We stare into each other's eyes. "So, I'm your girl now?"
"You're mine, and I'm yours."
"Oh, my God," a high-pitched scream says from outside. The sound of a door opening and heels tapping on the floor fills the kitchen.
"Now, we know why you didn't pick up your phone, you sneaky girlfriend."
Nick turns around, and I step sideward and see Bella and Alisha standing in the doorway, both with grins on their faces. Their gazes travel over Nick.
"Good morning, Nick," Alisha says with a wink.
"Good morning, girls."
Both women are drooling as they take in his appearance, and I can't blame them. He is looking mighty fine, with his messy hair and his pants low on his hips.
Alisha narrows her eyes, and a devilish grin appears. "Where is Miss Smarty-Pants?"
"Oh, she's swimming with a friend," I say.
Alisha grins. "So, what were your two up to?"
