Chapter 6
The click of the door woke me, I raised up on one elbow, blinking sleepily. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, the white and turquoise decoration confusing me. Then I remembered. This was the second day of my not-honeymoon and the gorgeous guy smiling at me was not my ex-fiancé.
“Hey, you’re awake.” Nico headed over to the coffee table to deposit his packages.
“And you’re...too awake.” His vibrancy was too much for my jet-lagged body. I’d had trouble going to sleep the night before and now felt like I’d been hit by a truck. “Wha’timeizzit?”
“Just after six.”
“Six? That’s the middle of the night.” No wonder I felt wrecked. “Where have you been? Is that coffee?”
Suddenly I was more awake and interested in the delicious aroma from the cups and paper bags. What the hell, I could sleep later.
Nico bent down to kiss my forehead. “You didn’t seem to want to wake up.”
“Strange that,” I said dryly.
“So I nipped out to buy pastries and coffee from a bakery nearby,” he continued, ignoring my sarcasm.
“I must have been dead asleep because I didn’t hear you go out.”
I pushed back the sheet and discovered I was naked. From the way Nico waggled his eyebrows, he enjoyed the sight.
“Later, big guy,” I grumbled, flinging on my silk robe. “I need coffee to function.”
I headed into the bathroom to splash water on my face and try to tame my hair. I looked in the mirror and groaned. My bed hair was a disaster. I needed Juan, the best stylist ever, with eye-watering prices to match, here to tame the mane.
“Your coffee is getting cold,” Nico called.
My hair would have to wait. Coffee first. It occurred to me I hadn’t freaked out about Nico seeing me without any make-up yesterday. Not even mascara. I’d been so relaxed around him, I’d forgotten about it.
I sank down onto the couch next to Nico and took the cup he handed me.
“Creamer and sugar on the table.”
I doctored my drink and took a long swallow. It was hands down the best coffee I’d had in months.
Nico raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if I should be jealous of the coffee or raise the bar.”
I paused, the cup at my mouth. “Huh?”
“The moans coming from you sound orgasmic. You’re having a Sally moment.”
I blinked at him. “At the risk of sounding repetitive, ‘Huh?’”
“Sally. You know, When Harry Met Sally?”
“Isn’t that an old movie?”
“Old?” His voice cracked.
“Is it in color because I’m telling you I don’t watch black and white.”
He stared at me in genuine horror. “You’ve never seen When Harry Met Sally?”
“I don’t do anything before the millennium,” I informed him. “Even that is pushing it.”
Nico threw his hands in the air. At least he remembered to put his cup down first. “That’s it. I can’t share a room with you anymore. So many great movies you’ve missed.”
“Never mind.” I patted his knee. “My father can talk old people movies with you.”
“Old people, my arse.”
Ooh, I did like that cute drawl for ass. But as he was waxing on about all the movies I’d missed, I decided not to say anything and dive into the pastries instead. I moaned again at the flaky, buttery pastry. His gaze fixed on my mouth, and he quit talking about movies.
“What are you doing today?” I asked when we finished breakfast.
“I’ve got another day at the conference as it finishes today. And I’ll be out of your hair later. My dad called to say their guests are going home. What about you?”
“I don’t know.” I admitted, ignoring my pang of disappointment. “I think I need time to decompress.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Nico tugged me over to snuggle against him and we exchanged a lazy kiss on the sofa. One kiss became two and Nico didn’t seem anxious to move. Suddenly he dragged me onto his lap and held me tightly.
“Hey,” I protested. “I need to breathe.”
“Sorry.” But he didn’t let go of me.
I’d thought passion had gotten the better of him but from his bleak expression it was something else. I cupped his jaw with one hand, feeling the bristles rasp against my palm. “What’s the matter?”
“I dreamt that you jumped into the water and didn’t resurface.”
I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
But not sorry I’d done it. The feel of the water on and around my tired body had been indescribable.
“No, you’re not,” he muttered and rolled me onto my back.
I wrapped my legs around him, my robe falling open, his cock pressing tantalizingly against my clit even through his shorts. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” I insisted. “I didn’t think anyone would be watching me.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “Have you got time for this?” I arched up to give him a hint.
“No, but I want to taste you.” Nico wriggled until he kneeled on the floor and pulled my butt toward him. I parted my legs to give him access and waited breathlessly, for the feel of his hot mouth on my pussy.
* * *
I spent most of themorning lazing around the suite, swimming in the pool, or staring out at the view. I wasn’t ready to venture into the resort, but I felt strangely restless, too tired to do anything but not tired enough to nap all day. When I heard Nico return it was a relief. At least I’d have someone to talk to.
He came out onto the balcony, dressed in a cream shirt and dark gray dress pants. “Hi, there. Is it okay if I take a shower before I take you out to dinner? I stink.”
“Aren’t you going to your parents?”
“I am, but I promised you dinner.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I’d have company for the evening. “The bathroom’s all yours.”
“Back in a moment.”
I wandered over to the balcony to stare at the sea. The beach was half-empty now, just a few couples and families with older children remaining. I heard the shower stop. The restless tension that had been building inside me during the day needed its release, and I knew just the man to help me.
The second Nico stepped out I shoved him against the balcony wall. I just sank to my knees and stared up at him. I was hesitant about taking what I wanted, I had to check he was okay with this. His intense gaze was locked on me.
“Do it,” he ordered.
His eyes closed as I tugged his towel open and took his thick, long cock into my mouth. I stared at him, committing this to memory, a naked god against the white walls, the sun worshipping his golden skin.
“Ah.” Nico’s exclamation was long and drawn out.
I smiled around his cock. He seemed to have lost the power of speech. I’d wanted to suck him since the first time I saw him wearing the little towel and nothing else.
He tasted of sun and salt, and I feasted on him, one hand on his hard thigh, the other cupping his sac as I licked down his shaft. I listened to the noises he made as my tongue swirled around the glans, repeating the motion whenever I did something he seemed to like. He was a generous lover and didn’t hold back as I pleasured him.
I took him to the back of my throat, and he garbled something above me. If I could have, I would have smiled. Nico had just discovered my secret.
* * *
“When did you discoveryou didn’t have a gag reflex?” he asked me as we wandered through the resort, eating ice cream out of small tubs.
It’s not a conversation I expected to be having on my not-honeymoon, but I didn’t mind telling him. The ice cream soothed my well-used throat, but a little soreness was worth the pleasure of seeing him come apart as he came down my throat.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, one by one the lights coming on in the restaurants and the local stores.
“When I gave my first blowjob,” I said. “I couldn’t understand why Tommy was so freaked out. He thought it was something that only happened in porn. I thought it was normal. Then he told everyone at school.” I grimaced. “That was fun.”
“Men are pigs,” Nico agreed as he scraped out the last of his ice-cream.
We’d squabbled a little over whose was better. His honeycomb or my bubblegum. He’d kissed me into a draw. It was worth it.
“What happened then?” he asked.
I thought back to a time I’d tried really hard to forget. “The boys expected me to blow them all until my big brother threatened to snap them in half and feed them to our pigs. Yeah, we have pigs. I grew up on a farm. Chris was the All-State wrestling champion. Then he gave me a lecture on finding someone worthy of me. I should have listened to him.”
Nico draped an arm around my shoulders and drew me against his warm body. “I think I’d like your brother.”
“I think he’d like you too.”
They were very similar in a way. I’d noticed even when Nico was angry last night, he didn’t take it out on the receptionist. My brother was the same. Never rude to anyone, even Mick. He really didn’t like Mick.
I sighed happily.
“What are you thinking about?” he rumbled above me.
“Dinner,” I lied.
“That sounds good.”
Nico steered me to the vegetarian restaurant he’d mentioned before. It was one used by locals he told me, and he was greeted by name. He talked about the wine and the food with me and didn’t order for me. When he asked me why I had tears in my eyes, I told him about Mick’s controlling nature.
He patted my hand. “I’m not like that. Come on, let’s eat. This food is to die for.”
That’s what I liked about Nico. He liked simple pleasures. Food and sex rated near the top. Once, in the dark of that night, he’d stayed with me instead of going home, I’d asked him what came top.
He’d pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Love.”
I didn’t say anything. He couldn’t be this perfect. Could he?