Chapter Six
Nico
The room is quiet when I let myself back in.
She’s asleep on the bed—curled on her side, fully dressed, one hand tucked under her cheek.
The cards are still scattered around her.
I stand in the doorway for a moment, just looking at her, and something in my chest does that thing it’s been doing since Vegas started. I cross to the bed and sit on the edge.
“Gabriella.”
She stirs. Blinks. Then her eyes clear and the flush comes back in a rush—she remembers exactly why she was waiting for me.
She starts to sit up. I let her. She pushes her hair back, glances at the cards still spread across the blanket, and then looks up at me.
“Strip.”
She blushes, a light pink that settles on her cheeks.
I groan when she bites her lip, her eyes staying on mine as she grabs the hem of her top and pulls it over her head.
Fuck, she has a pale bra underneath, and the silk is thin enough that I can see the pink of her nipples, pushing against it.
I palm my throbbing cock, groaning when she snaps open her jeans and tugs down the zipper.
Then slowly, in a move she wouldn’t think of as sexy because she’s so fucking innocent, she wiggles out of them, leaving behind panties that match the bra.
“Everything.”
“Nico—”
I lift my eyes to hers. The heat in my gaze cuts her off more effectively than any word could.
And there she goes, biting her lip again.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” she murmurs to herself, and the flush deepens on her face as he moves to take off her bra, freeing those pale, perfect tits, nipples tight and making my mouth water.
I press harder on my cock as my need triples.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Then the panties come off.
She stands in the center of the room, watching me with uncertainty as I drink up her naked form. Everything about her seems amplified in the quiet intimacy—just us two, away from our chaotic families and a world that would look at me sideways for wanting her.
But she’s mine.
Every inch of her body, from the wavy brown hair to the innocent pink color on her toes—she belongs to me.
“Come here.”
She walks toward me, and when she’s within arm’s reach, I take her hand and pull her onto my lap.
Something about being fully dressed while she’s naked in my arms has my cock pressing harder against the zipper of my pants, desire flooding me.
My hands slide hungrily up and down her back before settling on her ass.
I lean in to kiss her when she pulls back slightly, making my brows rise.
“Are...um, are we doing it?”
“Doing what?”
Fuck—there she goes, biting into her lip again. Doesn’t she know how crazy it drives me? “Nico—”
I press in and bite her bottom lip. “I can’t read your mind, baby.”
“Do I really have to say it out loud?” she asks, turning apple red.
“Yes. You have to tell me if you want something, princess,” I rasp, my lips moving down her neck, kissing her throat and groaning when she arches her back. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Sex,” she says in a gasping breath. “Are we doing it?”
“Do you want me to make love to you, Gabby?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and there’s something desperate in it that stops me in my tracks. I lean back to look at her. There’s desire in her eyes, and there’s something else—a kind of resolution that I find so fucking sexy.
“We can wait if you—”
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispers, rocking closer. In doing so, she rubs against my cock and makes us both groan. Her hands slide off my shoulders, tugging at the buttons to my shirt as her lips nibble mine. “Nico...I’ve waited so long. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Say you want—”
“Nico!”
“I want to hear you say it,” I demand, my eyes dropping to those restless fingers tugging at the last button of my shirt before shoving it open.
I bite back a groan when her palms touch my chest, sliding down the firm lines of muscle to my abs.
“Gabby!” I take her chin and tilt her head up so those eyes are back on mine. “Words, princess. I need words.”
“I want this. I want you. Now. Here. Everything. Please.”
My mouth crashes down on hers as the last of my resolve disappears.
I cradle the back of her neck with my right hand, pressing her close to me as my tongue delves into her mouth, seeking the taste of her.
Craving it. She whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders as her lips move hotly against mine, the kiss getting rough, nearly brutal.
There’s a need—pent-up need. Hunger. Desperation. And a promise, in the way our lips cling together, move together, and it’s so goddamned hot. The strength of it shoots a vicious need to my balls, an ache unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Not once have I wanted anything as desperately as I want Gabriella.
I’ve always admired women—stunning creatures that they are.
I felt attraction to them and gave what was needed, took what they offered—but it was never anything like this.
An all-consuming need that makes me forget the world and see only her. Feel only her. Want only her.
“Nico.”
My name on her lips is like a prayer, a need desperate enough to match mine.
My hungry mouth stays on hers as I spin us on the bed, laying her in the center.
I wedge myself between her lithe thighs, rocking forward to press my erection against her pussy as I kiss her deeply.
Christ, she tastes like the sweetest thing. So sweet. Innocent.
Mine.
I break the kiss to look at her, capturing her knee and slowly rubbing my hand up and down her hip.
“I’ve wanted you since that day at the butterfly atrium,” I say, watching the quick light of surprise in her eyes before shifting into pleasure when I shift to kiss her neck, moving up to trail my lips over the sensitive spot behind her ear and feeling her shudder against me.
“You’d just turned eighteen, and I was…older.
I had no right to have those feelings for you.
Felt so fucking wrong, so I shoved them down. ”
She shudders when I bite her earlobe, a soft mewling sound escaping her lips.
“And then those feelings surfaced again at the wedding. Seeing you standing there by your brothers made me want to abandon all reason and kiss you senseless.” I lick a path down her body, groaning needily at the sight of her pink, velvet-soft nipples, pebbled with need.
I lift my gaze from her chest to her heavy- lidded eyes.
“At the wedding, I hoped someone would stand up and oppose the marriage—and doesn’t that make me an asshole.
One that wanted to begrudge two people of happiness just because I wanted to claim my new stepsister.
” I clamp my mouth around her nipple and suck hard, causing her back to arch off the bed with a sob.
“Oh God…Nico!” she cries out as I tug on the soft bud, rolling my tongue around it before moving to the next and offering it the same treatment.
I love the taste of her, how soft she feels against my tongue—and to think no other man has touched her the way I have sends heat flooding my body like a fireball.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I rasp, licking my way down her body, over her ribs and along her firm belly.
She whimpers when I scrape my teeth over her inner thigh, my lips finding her drenched, ready for me.
“I’m a fucking deviant for wanting to do this to my stepsister, and without one shred of shame or regret. Say it.”
“You’re not,” she whimpers, her eyes meeting mine. Desire is written in them. “B-because if you are, then so am I—for wanting you for so long.”
Goddamnit!
With a growl, I bury my face between her legs, sweeping my tongue through her slit.
She cries out, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging me hard against her.
I groan at the taste of her—sweet and tangy, intoxicating.
I could have had this long ago. All that time wasted pushing her away, time that I could have spent getting lost in her pussy. Forbidden as it is.
My cock leaks endlessly in my pants, begging for relief, but I’m too far gone to care about anything but tasting her on my tongue.
I cradle both of her ass cheeks and push deeper, licking through her folds and flicking her clit with firm strokes.
Her cries are a distant echo in my head.
I see and hear nothing but her. Desperate to bring her that release that only I ever will.
“Nico… Oh God. Oh God. Oh!”
I sweep my tongue roughly along her seam, nipping at her clit until her legs began to tremble around me.
I don’t have to wait long for her release as her pussy clenches around my tongue before releasing in a pulsating shudder.
Her scream is loud, echoing through the hotel room even as her body thrashes on the bed.
I hold her still, swiping my tongue over her trembling flesh until she’s whimpering, her fingers going slack in my hair.
Her eyes are shut when I finally push back.
Something in my chest shifts as I take in her flushed body—so goddamned sexy, sprawled naked on the bed.
“Eyes on me,” I say as I shrug off my unbuttoned shirt.
Her eyes snap to mine before dropping to the rest of me.
“Yes, I want you to look at me when I make love to you.” No room for a faceless man in here.
It’s me who will take her. Mine are the arms that she’s fated to end up in.
I strip off the rest of my clothes, my hard cock slapping against my stomach when I climb back into bed.
I expect to read nerves in those beautiful brown eyes—or see some of the shock and fear I’ve seen when other women see my cock, but there’s none of that.
I read only what I need. Desire that floors me.
Her eyes stay on my face as I settle between her legs.