7. Nikita
Nikita
I’ve never heard anything as beautiful as the two words that just came out of Savanna’s sweet mouth.
The nervous way she’s holding onto my finger mixed with the seductive, needy look she’s giving me while her other fingers play with my hair is enough to make my heart race like I’ve just gotten off the treadmill after a long run.
Being a hacker requires a certain amount of confidence, a belief in your own abilities and the knowledge that you won’t leave a trail that will lead the police right to your doorstep.
Being here, seconds away from kissing this beautiful woman, is a pretty stark reminder that my confidence in life revolves around one thing and one thing only.
If it doesn’t have a hard drive, I’m pretty fucking clueless.
I know there’s a very big chance I might fail at this, but I also know there’s no way in hell I can walk away, not now, not when she’s so close that I can smell that addictive sweet scent of hers, and not when she drags her thumb along my neck and tries to pull me closer.
I let her, softening to her touch as she guides me closer.
Her blue eyes search mine, and I can tell she’s just as nervous and desperate for this as I am.
Before our lips can touch, I cup her face and pause, wanting to memorize every second of this exact moment.
We won’t ever get another first kiss, and I intend to savor this one, because it’s not just my first kiss with her, it’s my first kiss ever, and I don’t want to rush it.
Leaning even closer, I brush my nose along her soft cheek, pressing my lips to the dimple that’s currently hidden.
I hear her quick inhale and then feel the shaky exhale that follows.
I honestly didn’t think it was possible to get even more aroused than I already am, but that soft breath has me producing an embarrassing amount of pre-cum that I’m grateful she’s oblivious to.
She squeezes my finger tighter, and I think I fall in love with her right in this moment. I already knew I was dangerously close, probably already a goner, but it’s definitely official now.
Trailing a line of soft kisses along her cheek, I stop when I hit the corner of her mouth.
“Niki,” she whispers, that one word pulling a soft groan from my own lips.
Threading my fingers in her hair, I cup the back of her head and gently nip at the edge of her top lip.
Her mouth opens on a soft gasp as I slowly kiss along her top lip.
I want every inch of this woman. My mouth will be on every part of her body until I’ve memorized her from top to bottom, and it all starts right here with the lips that I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.
She lets out another sexy whimper when I kiss my way to the other corner of her mouth and start on her bottom lip.
This time I can’t resist running my tongue along her plump skin before giving it a soft suck.
By the time I’ve kissed and tasted every part of her lips, we’re both breathing heavily and she’s gripping the back of my neck like she doesn’t trust her own ability to stay upright.
Pulling back just enough so I can see her, I drink in the sight of her heavy-lidded eyes, the way her pupils are blown, and the desperate little noises she’s making as she tries to pull me closer again.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, and then I press my mouth to hers and kiss her.
The noise she makes is part sigh of relief and part whimper for more.
Soon both her arms are wrapped around me, fingers sliding into my hair as I pull her body flush against mine.
She melts into me, all her soft curves molding so perfectly to the hardness of my body, and when my hand slides down her spine to rest on her low back, she moans and opens wider for me.
Her tongue brushes mine, causing an ache in my cock that’s so deep I fear it’ll never go away.
I know she can feel how badly I want her.
When she rocks her hips and presses in harder, causing enough friction to make me groan, I realize how close I am to losing control.
Using more self-control than I knew I possessed, I break our kiss and rest my forehead against hers.
While I try to get my body to calm down, she works on making sure it never will.
I feel her soft lips as they kiss along my jaw.
When the wet heat of her tongue brushes along my skin, I groan and tighten my grip on her.
She doesn’t stop. She kisses my face like she’s committing it to memory, and when she’s had her fill, she pulls me even closer and gives my nose piercing a soft peck.
I smile at how sweet and intimate the gesture feels while she says, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you got it.”
“You have?”
“I have.” She cups my face and gives me one more soft, lingering kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do a lot of things with you.”
I know I’m grinning like an idiot, but I can’t stop it, and I’m too busy being happy to care. “Such as?” I ask, and as soon as her cheeks turn pink, I laugh and kiss her forehead.
“Believe me, there’s no way you’ve thought about it as much as I have.”
She hugs me and buries her face in my neck, and she fits just as perfectly as I knew she would.
The soft kiss she gives me is the sweetest kind of torture, but when she says, “I bet you I’ve thought about it more,” my cock grows even bigger and I have to force myself to behave.
I don’t want to jump from first kiss to losing my virginity all in the span of one evening.
I’m having way too much fun torturing myself by taking it slow, and she deserves more than that.
I don’t want to skip steps with her. I want them all, and I want to give them all to her.
I run my fingers through her hair while she nuzzles against my neck.
Our arms are tightly wound around each other, and I had no idea a hug could be so erotic.
I think I could spend hours just hugging this woman and never get sick of it.
She seems to feel the same way, so I don’t pull back.
I just hold her, feeling more at peace than I ever have in my life.
I’m not worried about work, or thinking about the horrific images that I can’t forget but know I’ll force myself to see again, I’m not thinking about any of that.
I’m just thinking about her, and it’s perfect.
“Is this crazy?”
Her words are barely more than a whisper near my ear, but I hear her and I know exactly what she means because I’m feeling it too.
“Very,” I say, feeling the heat of her breath when she huffs out a soft laugh. “But that doesn’t make it any less real.”
“It doesn’t,” she agrees. She squeezes me even tighter, wrapping herself around me as much as she can before she pulls back and says, “I wish I could stay here like this with you.”
Seeing her look so sad has me instantly reaching for her again, because every instinct I have is now geared towards making sure she’s okay.
I cup her face and kiss her forehead again.
“Just because we can’t stay exactly like this doesn’t mean we can’t still be together as much as possible.
I know you’re busy with school, and I would never ask you to put that aside for me, but we can still make time for each other, right? ”
She nods and reaches up to wrap her hands around my wrists.
“Even on nights when I have to study, maybe I could do it here so we can at least be around each other.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she gets nervous and tries to backtrack.
“I mean, if you want. I understand if you don’t because that’ll be really boring for you. ”
I can’t help but smile at how cute she looks when she’s nervous. Putting her out of her misery, I say, “I would love that, and this way I’ll be able to make sure you get enough to eat. I have a feeling you skip meals when you’re preoccupied.”
“I always make up for it when I snap out of it,” she argues.
Reaching my hand down, I rest it on her perfect ass before giving it a squeeze and then a soft pat. “God, I’m never going to get tired of touching you,” I tell her. “And no more forgetting about meals. I’ll make sure you always get fed.”
She grins and slides her hands along my forearms before running them up my biceps and then across my chest. “I’m really glad I no longer need the motorcycle as an excuse to grope you.”
My surprised laugh is a mix of disbelief and pure fucking gratitude that this woman wants me. “You never need an excuse to touch me, Van. I’m all yours.”
When her dimple appears, I quickly kiss it and then grab her hand, leading her from the room. “We need to get away from that bed,” I tell her, “and I promised I’d help you with your computer.”
Her blue eyes dart back to the large bed, giving it a longing look before nodding in agreement and letting me pull her back into the living room.
This time when I help her with her laptop, I do it with her on my lap.
It’s the funnest computer lesson I’ve ever given, even if it does leave me with an ache in my balls unlike anything I’ve ever known.
I can’t resist sneaking kisses to her neck every time I lean in to show her something, and from the way she keeps wiggling in my lap, I’m not the only one who’s close to the edge.