32. Nico
thirty-two
Nico
The credits roll as Savannah snuggles closer to my chest, rubbing her round ass into my cock.
Fucking hell.
I bite back a moan as I grip her hip to still her movements. I’ve had a raging boner since we moved to the couch to share dessert and watch a movie. Savannah fell asleep about twenty minutes ago, exhausted from her shift, and I didn’t have the heart to move her.
Instead, I’ve been watching her sleep. Listening to her steady breaths as she rests her head in the crook of my arm.
Wanting to capture this moment, I reach for my cell phone sitting on the side table and single-handedly swipe it open, flip to the camera, and snap a picture of my sleeping beauty.
With her pursed lips, smooth skin, and eyelashes fanned across her cheeks, she looks so peaceful and beautiful.
The last time she slept over, I was in too much pain to watch her sleep.
To enjoy the way her body felt wrapped around mine as her breathing slowed and she drifted off.
Tonight, I soak in every second of her in my arms.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I swipe it open to find a text from my sister.
Talia: Thank you for filling in today.
You’re welcome. Happy to help.
Talia: I bet you were.
I love you, little sis … but fuck off.
Talia: Ha! Just remember I can call Mom at any time and tell her about your neighbor.
Don’t you fucking dare.
Talia: Ta ta, big bro. #Karma
**Middle Finger Emoji**
“Is the movie over?” Savannah’s sleepy voice has me putting my phone down. Her eyes are still closed as I spoon her.
My new favorite sleeping position.
“Yes.” I brush her hair behind her ear in a soothing motion.
“Did Dottie and Kit make up?”
“They did.”
“Hmm. Good.” She rolls between my arms to face me and rubs her cheek on my chest. She inhales deeply with a dreamy smile. “You smell good.”
I kiss her forehead and breathe in her sweet floral shampoo. “You too.”
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” Savannah can barely keep her eyes open as she tilts her chin back to look at me. She rubs a heavy hand over my scruffy jaw with such affection that it makes my ribs tight. Being with her feels like this is where I’m supposed to be.
“Don’t be. You had a long day. It’s okay to be tired. How about I get you to bed?”
“I like the sound of that.” She yawns.
“Hold tight.” Sliding a forearm under Savannah’s knees, I sit up to cradle her in my lap before standing with her in my arms.
She makes a cute little surprised whimper as she grips my neck in her hands and rests her head on my shoulder. “I could have gotten up myself, you know.” She yawns again, her words contradicting her actions.
“I know.”
I carry Savannah down the hall to my bedroom and into the bathroom, where I place her on the counter. When I know she won’t fall over, I squat down and grab a spare toothbrush from the storage basket. She watches me open the package, wet the bristles, and swipe a strip of toothpaste across the top.
“Open.”
Savannah hesitates for a second, probably debating whether to fight me on brushing her teeth. In the end, she lowers her jaw for me to pass the brush over her teeth. I take my time, enjoying myself as I watch a wide variety of emotions play out in her amber-colored eyes.
“Spit.”
She does as I ask with an amused smirk. “Cinnamon flavor?”
I wipe her mouth with the hand towel, taking my time wiping the smear of toothpaste on her bottom lip. “Far superior to mint, don’t you think?”
“I could get used to it.” Savannah smiles, and it hits me right in the chest, making it swell with something a lot like love.
I could get used to carrying her to bed every night. Taking care of her.
I reach for my toothbrush and freeze. “Do you need to use the bathroom first?”
She shakes her head and leans back on her hands to watch me as I continue with my routine and brush my teeth. When I’m done, I scoop her off the counter and carry her back into the bedroom. I place her on her feet by the king bed and pull back the duvet.
“Do you have a preferred side?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head and bites her sexy bottom lip.
We stand, staring at one another for a few long seconds, neither of us moving.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m nervous.
I play baseball in front of thousands of people almost every night with ease, but standing in front of the woman I’m completely into has me jittery like a rookie stepping onto the field for the first time.
Fuck that.
I’m Nico Romero. I know what I want, and it’s this woman right here, in my bed.
“Get in bed,” I demand, my nerves long gone as my blood rushes south.
Savannah slips under the covers and faces me. She smiles sleepily at me as she clasps her hands and slides them under her pillow. I can feel her eyes on me as I tap my phone, close the curtains, and turn off the lights, then climb into bed beside her, pulling the comforter over us.
Through the darkness, I find the glow of her amber eyes staring at me. I want to kiss her so badly, but if I do, there’s no way I’d have the control to stop. I’ve been waiting for a woman like Savannah my whole life. The last thing I want to do is rush.
When I take her, and I will soon, I want to know I have hours to worship every inch of her delectable body.
I grip her hip and squeeze. “Good night, Savannah.”
Savannah sighs. “Good night, Nico.”
I’m in that weird place between sleep and awake when something silky soft brushes my cock, making it swell. The brushstrokes start again, only firmer and faster.
Fuck, that feels good.
My balls tingle, alerting me to my impending orgasm when Savannah moans. I jolt awake and almost come on the spot. I’m on my back, and Savannah has her hand in my boxers and wrapped around my cock. Her leg is draped over my thighs as she rubs her pussy along my hip.
Holy fuck, she’s asleep and jacking me off.
Her hand rolls over my piercing, making me hiss. “Fuck.”
“Nico,” Savannah whimpers my name, and I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her wrist to stop her from stroking my dick. She tightens her grip, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Savannah, baby,” I grind out, trying to control the urge to thrust my hips and let her finish what she started. “I need you to wake the fuck up. Please.”
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
The grip she has on my cock eases, but I don’t dare open my eyes in case I blow. I can sense the moment Savannah becomes conscious. Like she’s touched fire, she drops my dick and jumps back.
“Oh no, no, no, no. Please tell me that did not happen.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest, and I find the strength to open my eyes. Savannah is lying on her back with her arm over her face, no doubt hiding her embarrassment. I reach over and press the button to open the blackout curtains. There’s no way I’m going back to sleep.
“Hey.” I pull her arm off her face, but she refuses to look at me and keeps her eyes shut tight. “Look at me.”
“Just let me die of embarrassment in peace.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely not going to do that.” In a quick move, I grab her around her waist and pull her on top of me. Her perky nipples poke me in the chest as her legs fall around my waist.
“What the hell, Nico?” She plants her hands beside my head for balance and glares.
“Don’t ignore me.”
“I wasn’t,” she replies, biting the inside of her cheek.
I ignore her blatant lie and skip to the point. “I enjoyed my new alarm clock, and the only reason I woke you up was because I didn’t want the first time I came to be in your hand.”
“Oh.” Savannah’s eyes widen, and she fights a smile.
“Believe me, any man in his right mind would love waking up to a gorgeous woman stroking his cock.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely.” I lift up and peck her sweet lips. “It must’ve been some dream you were having.”
“It might have been.” Savannah kisses my jawbone and then uses her tongue to trace the lines and swirls of ink on my neck. Her voice is sultry and low as she whispers, “Do you want me to show you what happened next?”
I know where this is going, and as much as I want to fuck Savannah every which way possible, today is not that day. My dick, which does not give one fuck about timing, twitches, begging for relief.
Down, boy.
I don’t bother answering Savannah. Instead, I grip her neck in the palm of my hand and tug her face to mine in a hard kiss. She melts into me while simultaneously prying my lips apart in a dominant move, dipping her tongue into my mouth. I curl my tongue around hers, kissing her roughly.
Savannah meets me stroke for stroke, giving as good as she gets, and I’ve never felt more alive with her hovering above me. Owning me. My hands fall to her waist and slip beneath the fabric of my Evaders T-shirt, searching for more of her to touch.
Her skin is silky-soft beneath my fingertips, and I can’t wait to rip this shirt off her curvy body and suck on her pretty nipples.
The alarm chimes in the distance, and I’m about two seconds away from throwing my phone against the wall for interrupting me when Savannah breaks our kiss.
“Ignore that and come back here.” I groan, trying to pull her back down.
“I would, but we both have to be responsible adults. I have a shift in a few hours, and you have a game tonight.” Savannah rolls off me and climbs out of bed.
I roll onto my side and lean on my elbow, watching her run her fingers through her hair. She looks so fucking beautiful. “I’m not happy with your level of responsibility right now. Come back to bed for five more minutes.”
“Nice try, baseball boy,” Savannah teases as she leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “Will I see you tonight?”
“You can bet your fucking life on it, gattina.” I grab her around the waist and pull her back into bed, kissing her like my life depends on it.
And, as promised, five minutes later, I let her walk out the door so she can get to work.