5. Nadia
Chapter 5
Nadia
A cool and crisp breeze fills the air, while the twinkling city lights add a touch of magic to the scene. I should be furious with Oscar. Twice in one day he’s lost his temper. But both times, it’s protecting me.
How can I be mad at him?
He rushes out of the restaurant and to me and I’m expecting some kind of apology. “Would it be forward of me to invite you back to my place and order in?”
I quite like that he didn’t.
“Yes.” I smile. “Do you invite all the girls back to your place without kissing them first, Oscar?”
His pale blue eyes stare at me as he says, “I don’t kiss … and nobody goes home with me.”
I gasp. “You don’t kiss?”
“Not since you…”
My heart races as I gaze up at him, my eyes filled with nervous excitement.
Leaning in close, his warm breath tickles my skin. “Come home with me.”
As I stand there, I can’t help but feel a shiver travel down my spine, causing me to shudder. “But what about your teammates? They live with you.”
A wide grin spreads across his face. “You know a lot about me.”
A burst of laughter escapes from me, echoing through the air. “Mom told me.”
“Ah,” he says. “And there was me thinking you’re stalking me.”
“I leave that for you to do,” I say with an arch of a brow.
“Guilty as charged.” He shrugs a shoulder in feigned defeat.
“Stalking or living with your teammates.”
“You know I stalk you.”
I laugh. “It’s a good job you’re not a psycho.”
He laughs. “Not anymore. I’ve cleaned up my act. Oh, and I’ve not lived with anyone since Connor moved out to live with Piper, and Nate hooked up with Chloe, Connor’s sister.”
I nod, my mind reeling. “Okay, I’ll go with you..” I wink. “But only for dinner.”
He grins. “Good girl. I’m glad you’re willing to take a chance on me.”
“We’ll only be eating.”
As he walks forward, his hands clutch my arms, causing me to take step after step backwards, until my back meets the wall.
“I want to do something first,” he says.
Slowly, his hands move up my arms, leaving a trail of tingles, until they softly cup my face, his warm palms embracing my cheeks. Our eyes meet and time seems to stand still for a few seconds before he leans down, his lips softly brushing against mine.
It’s so, so gentle.
It’s as if he’s grasping at the moment, desperately trying to extend the memory. As soon as his eyes meet mine again, he reaches out and presses his thumbs against my cheeks. “Kiss me,” he murmurs. “Just kiss me.”
As he stays silent, his piercing gaze locks onto me, making it impossible to move.
“I’m just asking for one kiss. I want to remember how it feels when you kiss me. When your mouth and tongue are against mine—”
“Then kiss me—” My words are raspy and silenced when he crashes his lips against mine.
It’s so passionate my pussy throbs when his tongue slides along my lips before forcing into my mouth. This is the Oscar I remember. His kisses always left me breathless and longing for more. He was never tender or unhurried with his kisses, always claiming what he craved, and what he craves now is me.
It’s not only overwhelming but also delicious. And with every slide of his tongue, every suck against my lips, I can also feel his heart as his chest presses against mine.
I never expected to feel the way I am.
He feels like home.
One hand slides from my face to my nape and he holds me firm, like he’s scared I’m going to run. As he pulls me towards him, his hand slides down my arm and rests on my waist, sending a shiver down my spine as I feel the evidence of his intense arousal.
I groan into his mouth at the contact as my pussy grinds against him. It’s so wanton. And so public. I’ve never been so rebellious in all my life.
As he pulls back from our kiss, his once vibrant irises now darken to a pitch-black hue, fixed on me. “We need to get away from here.”
I nod. He grabs my hand, and we rush from our hiding place to the cab waiting outside a restaurant. With a firm pull on the handle, Oscar opens the door and motions for me to enter.
He follows me and after he gives his address to the driver; he turns back to me and before I know it; he is trailing fervent kisses across my cheek and down my neck. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’ve always been mine.”
I want his lips on me again. I never realized how much I missed kissing. Though, I’m not like Oscar. I’ve kissed, but Dominic is the only man since Oscar. But the relationship with Dominic was a secret, helped because I live in Europe and he in Hollywood, making those kisses infrequent. Yes, he would visit me occasionally around the world. Nevertheless, the lack of visits proved I was never a priority in his life.
“You’re mine, Nadia. Tell me.” His voice is so low it’s like a growl.
I nod quickly. Needing to be kissed like that again, so much so, I’ll promise him anything right now. I just want to feel his lips on my skin again. His mouth on mine again.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll reward you when we get back to the apartment.”
As I hear the promise, my body reacts, my muscles tightening and a moan slipping from my mouth.
“You like the sound of that?” As he nuzzles his nose against my neck again, a guttural sound reverberates from his chest.
I nod as the cab halts. He pays the driver and leads me inside, closing the door with a resounding clunk behind us.
“Dinner or your reward first?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I like rewards,” I reply playfully. I can do this. I can have sex with the man who took my first time. He was also the one who broke my heart, but I’ve made peace with the past and chosen to move forward.
“I’m glad, because I want to be the one who gives you them.” Oscar takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. As I follow him, the adrenaline surges through me, causing my heart to pound.
As we enter the room, I feel his muscular arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and his lips meet mine with a gentle intensity that seems alien. With closed eyes, I allow myself to be consumed by the moment, losing track of time and surrendering to the experience.
After we finally pull away, I catch his gaze, and his smile reassures me that everything will be okay. “You know it’s always been you?”
“I thought you pushed me away,” I say, remembering when we stopped talking, and why.
“It wasn’t the plan,” he replies, staring away for a beat. “The plan was to keep you with me. To put you off aspiring to be a model. To stop you from traveling the world.”
“I’ll still travel the world, Oscar.” Letting him know our lives can’t change because of what is about to happen. “That’s my job. And proof tonight can only be two people making the most of each other.”
“We’ll see,” he says, mischievously.
I laugh. “Is it okay if I have a quick shower? I’ve still got fake tan on me and I hate the stuff.” I slide my finger over my arm.
“Only if I can join you.”
“Okay.” I smile. “That’s your reward.”
He smirks as he takes the hem of my tee-shirt and lifts it higher. My fingers eagerly move to his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning it to reveal his chiseled physique. Before I know it, we’re semi naked and in the bathroom.
He flips on the light and turns to me, his eyes skating down my body to my bra and then my panties. “Should I take them off for you?”
“You first.” My eyes roam down his body until they land on his black boxers.
“The pleasure is all mine.” His eyes remain on mines as he hooks a finger in the waistband of his boxers and slides them down his thighs—thick, hard thighs.
Did I only just notice?
“Your turn,” he says, smirking, and I want to play him at his own game.
With a playful look, I slowly slide my bra strap over my shoulder, teasingly reaching for the other. Loving the anticipation in his eyes.
“You better speed up, beautiful, because my cock is throbbing to be inside you, dirty or clean.”
I glance at his cock. It’s so big and hard. My pussy is aching for it. But then it’s been so long, and tonight, I’m not turning him down.
My tongue glides over my bottom lip, tasting the faint remnants of the lip balm I applied earlier, before he kissed it off.
“You take off my panties while I undo my bra,” I say.
He grins and, as expected, he slides his hands over my hips as his fingers hold the bit of elastic and he snaps my panties off at my hips.
“They’re my favorite panties,” I huff.
“I’ll buy you more,” he says without remorse. He takes my hand and turns to the steaming hot shower, and now my eyes are glued to his ass. And it is a perfect ass … and back… and thighs… everything. He’s pure perfection as he walks toward the shower.
As he opens the glass door, I blurt out, “They were so pretty and expensive!”
“Then I’ll buy you ten pairs?” he rasps. “They were pretty.” Amusement coats his words.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
As soon as we step into the shower, he closes the shower door, and the warm embrace of the water instantly pours down from above.
Oscar grabs the shower gel. The refreshing scent of sandalwood and bergamot fill the air when he squeezes a dollop on his hand.
I can see a twinkle in his eyes growing brighter as he approaches me, and he reaches out to take my arm with a warm smile. As he washes my arm and then the other, his intense gaze never falters, capturing my full attention.
I moan at his touch. It’s slow and methodical, and each stroke sends jolts of electricity to my core. It’s not the water that’s making me wet. I know my pussy is wet because of him.
What is he doing to me?
My eyes fix on his chiseled, muscular chest, which is flexing each time he runs his hands over my flesh. My gaze roams lower to his hard abdomen, and to the delicious V pointing to his engorged cock.
It is mesmerizing.
As my eyes wander up his sculpted form, they finally settle on his slightly parted lips. Suddenly, his touch on my nipple brings me back to reality, and I realize he noticed me ogling him.
My eyes flutter closed and I moan as his fingertips continue playing with my tits.
“Eyes on me.” His tone is wild, and when I glance at him, his darkening irises hold my gaze.
I watch as one hand slips away from me, curiosity pulling me towards the direction it leads. The sight of his hand leisurely stroking his engorged cock makes my eyes widen in disbelief.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks when he sees my fingers touch between my legs. “Do you want me to reward you?”
“Mm.” The barely audible murmur accompanies my heightened awareness of every movement his cock makes. My fingers synchronized with his hand, igniting a longing within me as I envisioned the intimate connection we once shared.
“Eyes on me,” he grunts again.
I quickly shift my gaze towards him, and our eyes connect in an instant.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he repeats.
“Yes, I—”
With a punishing kiss, all sound is stolen from my lips, leaving me in stunned silence.
My pussy throbs when his tongue slides into my mouth. My heart races as his hands firmly grip my buttocks, lifting me up and pressing me against the slippery wall.
I wrap my legs around my hips, grinding my pussy against the underside of his rock-hard cock.
I moan, needing much more. As I reach down, I feel the strength of his throbbing cock in my hand, preparing to connect with my wetness. As we push and press against each other, I feel the first inch of him, warm and pulsating.
It’s been too long, and it took Oscar to release the hunger I thought had died.
We release simultaneous groans into each other’s mouths as another inch slides inside me.
Then I still and gasp, “We need a condom.”
“You’re the only person I’ve come inside before. You’re the only one I’ve ever gone without a condom with.”
“Really?” My body lights up at the thought of Oscar only wanting to do this with me. “Me too.” I wish I could tell him it was only because of him, and not because until recently Dominic never wanted kids and wouldn’t take the risk without a condom. And as he turned out to be a cheating scumbag, I’m glad for that.
“We’re good?” he asks.
I nod. “I’m on the pill.”
He grunts, and the grip on my ass tightens as he plunges inside me.