Chapter Twenty-Five Lies Aren’t Better After All #3
most ticklish.
Nikki shrieks and tries to buck me off. “‘Are you sure that’s all it is?’” I say, mimicking her voice. “I’m being sweet and
you’re out here fishing for compliments, Colletti?”
“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be, Ducharme?” she asks, grabbing the back of my knee and tickling.
We’re fully wrestling now, falling off the couch with big belly laughs, and I’m suddenly so, so glad it’s the middle of the
night and no one is downstairs. I pin Nikki beneath me, holding her hands down with my own and shooting her an exaggerated
glare.
Both of us are out of breath, but her eyes track me, heavy-lidded and needing sleep. She licks her lips, and the energy in the room changes as we both seem to realize the position we’ve landed in. I lean down to kiss her, but she presses her hand to my chest, effectively stopping me.
“Not yet,” she says, and I jolt back, surprised.
“Sorry, I—I . . .” I trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence. I climb off her and grab both our mugs off the table,
carrying them to the kitchen just for something to do. I’m embarrassed and awkward and—
“Andy,” she says, coming up behind me at the sink. She hooks her chin over my shoulder and slides her arms around my waist,
letting one hand dip lower and lower.
“What are you—”
“Don’t think I don’t want you,” she breathes into my ear, making me shiver when her fingers press between my legs. “I want
you, in my bed, for hours, Anderson Ducharme.”
I spin around in her arms, letting her press me against the counter. “And we aren’t kissing right now because?”
Nikki laughs and bends to nip her way down my neck before trailing her tongue back up to my ear. She sucks my lobe into her
mouth, making my toes curl as I shift my hips forward. Just when I’m about to tear her clothes off, she pulls back, looking
just as gone as I feel.
“Why the hell did you stop again?” I whine.
She’s breathing heavily, looking like it physically pains her to pull herself off me as she steps away.
“Believe me, it’s taking all my willpower,” she says.
“I promised myself that I wasn’t coming here just to fall back into bed with you.
We need to do it right this time. That probably doesn’t mean hooking up on our first date. ”
“How many first dates can we have?” I hang my head back and groan before looking back at her with a pout.
She arches her eyebrows at me, waiting.
I sigh. “You’re right, I know you’re right. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” I turn back to the sink, letting the tap run
cold and flicking some water at my face.
Down, girl.
Nikki comes to my side, looking amused as she passes me a dish towel to dry off with. “Better?”
“No,” I laugh. “But it’s as good as I’m going to get. It’s late. You can take the couch,” I say, heading to the closet and
pulling out the spare blankets and pillows.
“Are you sure you’d like me to stay? I can go down to the cabins. I never did turn in my key.”
“I want you to stay, Nikki,” I reply, shoving the blankets and pillow into her arms. “But I’m going to bed before I combust.
I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you in the morning.” She laughs, smacking my ass with her pillow.
I’ve been lying in this bed for five agonizing minutes. My sleep pants are still sticking between my legs where she touched
me—the evidence of my arousal painfully evident. I’m tossing and turning, listening to Nikki getting settled on the couch,
when a devious idea fills my head.
Just because we’re taking this slow doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun on my own.
I reach into my nightstand and pull out my lube and favorite vibrator. It’s the best of the best, an award-winning toy that, once positioned just right, feels like it’s sucking my soul right out from between my legs.
The only drawback? It’s loud. Incredibly loud. Normally I hate that, but tonight . . . ?
I turn it on and let the familiar buzz drift through my apartment. I’ve barely got it between my legs before Nikki calls out,
“Hey, Andy, whatcha doing in there?”
“Two guesses,” I call back with a giggle.
She’s never seen this vibrator—it came long after her—but maybe someday they’ll meet. Not tonight, though. Tonight is all
about the tease.
“What happened to taking it slow?” Nikki asks. Her voice sounds a little closer now.
“Oh, I plan to take it nice and slow with myself tonight,” I sigh, feeling the orgasm already building. I let out a moan,
half because I need to and half because I want her to hear.
“Andy,” she says, her voice strained. “You’re killing me.”
She’s at my door now. Good.
The thought of Nikki listening, separated from me by only a few inches of fake wood, is enough to push me right over the edge.
I come with a gasp, so keyed up and oversensitive that I practically throw my vibrator out of the bed.
There’s a sound at my door that sounds suspiciously like her head banging against it, and I laugh. “Good night, Nikki,” I
call out.
“Good night, Andy,” she grumbles.
For the first time in a long time, I can’t wait for tomorrow.