FOURTEEN
I 've never ever been turned on by a man showcasing his jealousy or possessiveness, but with Nicolas, I almost climaxed right then and there with his large hand gripping my jaw tightly and the dark look in his eyes.
Not to mention the fact that he was so close to me, the heat of his body seeping into the side of mine.
When the waiter returned to bring us our food, he barely looked at me. There was a fearful look on his face and I felt bad for him. Poor guy didn't even do anything, but Nicolas gave him the death stare.
We finished our dinner, indulging in small talk while Nicolas kept brushing his leg against mine. "You could've just gotten in touch with me the day I left, so why didn't you? Then we would've most probably been on our tenth date by now," I jested.
"If that were the case, you would've been pregnant with my child by now." My eyes widened and I bit down on my lip, feeling a rush of heat coursing through my veins.
"You're making this so difficult for me."
"Why's that?" He took a sip of his wine, keeping his eyes locked on me with a swoon worthy, yet annoying smirk adorning his sexy facial features.
"How are we supposed to take it slow when you keep saying dirty things like that?" I murmured, looking away from him and glancing straight ahead.
"Eyes on me." It's like he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. Instantly, my eyes were back on him and the eye contact sent a shiver down my spine. "You've thought about, it haven't you?"
"About what?"
"Don't be coy," he said in a low, gruff tone. "About me coming inside of you." I blinked rapidly, taking a slow gulp.
"Stop it," I whispered.
"I'm just being honest," he said casually. "I've thought about it on multiple occasions, and if I'm being frank, I don't want to take things slow. I want to take you home tonight and fuck the shit out of you."
"Nicolas…" That's all I could say. I didn't have any other words. This man always rendered me speechless. My heart beat accelerated and I shook my head.
"However, I respect you and I respect your decision, so for now, I'll just daydream about it," he whispered. "That doesn't mean I won't take cold showers and fuck my fist thinking about it."
"Jesus Christ." I squeezed my thighs together, grabbing onto his forearm. It grounded me because right now it felt as though I were floating away. " Stop ."
He chuckled darkly, the deep, baritone sound skated across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "When I picture you spread out underneath me, this is exactly how you hold onto me." He looked down between us as I dug my nails into his arm.
"One of these days, that foul mouth of yours is going to land you in trouble."
"Yeah?" He leaned in, our lips inches apart. "Are you going to discipline me?"
"I just might."
"You finished?" He gestured towards the food left over in my plate. My eyes followed his and I nodded.
"Yes, thank you so much for dinner and for the date. Are we going to split the bill?" I smiled, but it faded when I noticed the look he gave me. "What?"
"Seriously?" he deadpanned. "Don't you ever say that to me again. I'd splurge my entire pay check on you."
"It's just common courtesy."
"The next time you ask me if we can split the bill, I'll finger fuck you in public and I'll make sure everyone around us is well aware of it," he warned. "You hear me?"
Normally, men behaving in a possessive manner or displaying any signs of dominance made me cringe. But when this man spoke to me, letting me know that I belonged to him or telling me about all of the depraved things he'd do to me, it made my stomach flutter.
"No," I teased, wanting to rile him up a bit. "I'll most likely ask the same question the next time you take me on a date."
"So you want me to make you come in a room full of people? Noted."
I laughed softly. "I'm just messing with you, that's definitely not something I want. I would die of embarrassment."
He smiled at me, shaking his head. The gesture made my chest bloom with a tinge of warmness. "You're a tease. You've been messing with me since the day we first met. "
"I suppose it's one of my many talents then," I said.
"What are your other talents?"
"I can't reveal everything to you right now. You'll just have to wait and see." After Nicolas paid for our dinner, we exited the restaurant, hand in hand. His strides were wider than mine, despite the fact that he tried to walk slowly to accommodate my pace.
The contrast between his chivalrous personality and his dominant side gave me whiplash. He opened the car door for me, waiting for me to get in.
The second he got into the car, the small, confined space suddenly felt heavy with tension. He adjusted in his seat, spreading his legs slightly and I immediately zoned in on the action.
"Don't look at me like that, pretty girl." Him calling me out made my cheeks flush.
"How am I looking at you, pretty boy?"
"You're a playful little thing, aren’t you?" He placed one arm at the back of my seat, turning his body to me and leaned forward. "Move a little closer."
I gripped the leather seat with all of my might, but followed his instruction. "This close enough?"
"Closer." The smell of his cologne was enough to send me into cardiac arrest. We were now mere inches apart and I could feel his warm breath on my lips.
"You smell so good," I said softly. "So good."
"You look good," was his reply. I looked at his lips for a split second. "So good." I smiled when he mimicked me. "I really want to kiss you right now, Gabriella. Please tell me I can kiss you."
I wanted to mess with him, continue to taunt him, but God I needed to taste his lips again and I needed it desperately. "Yes," I answered immediately. "You can kiss me."
The words didn't even leave my mouth yet and his lips were on mine. He wrapped a hand around my throat, pulling me closer and squeezed my pulse points.
Nicolas bit down on my lower lip and I gasped. He licked the seam of my lip and the slid his tongue into my mouth. I held onto his forearm, my grip tighter than ever.
He swallowed my gasps and soft moans, kissing me feverishly. The combination of his tongue in my mouth and his hand around my neck was electrifying. I broke the kiss, trying to catch my breath.
"No," he spoke against my lips. "Don't you dare pull away from me."
"I need to breathe."
"And I need you ." He crashed his lips on mine again, his other hand holding the back of my neck firmly. He threaded his fingers into my hair, tilting my head backward so he could deepen the kiss.
A tremble racked through me and travelled directly to my core. I breathed through my nose, getting lost in the sensation. This time he was the one to pull away, placing soft kisses on my cheek. "Nico," I whispered.
"If we continue I won't be able to control myself any longer." I closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of his lips on my skin. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. My jaw dropped when I felt his erection. "This is what you do to me."
He was definitely well endowed when it came to girth and length. "Do you want to feel what you do to me?" I whispered.
His eyes darkened and his jaw ticked. "No," he said sternly. "Because if I do that, I'm going to fuck you in this car." He nipped at my jaw and I gasped softly. "You're always making the sweetest sounds for me."
"Only for you."
"That's damn right." He slowly released me from his grip and sat back in his seat. "Now let me take you home before I do something I'm not supposed to."