Chapter 28 Nicolò #2
I take in her wide, trusting eyes and swollen lips all red from the kiss.
“Something happened when you wrapped your lips around my fork and slid the pancakes into your mouth. I’m not sure I can explain it.
But I couldn’t stop staring at your lips, and I felt your blush in my stomach.
I had to tear my eyes away because the way I was feeling was just… all kinds of wrong.”
“I had no idea,” she whispers. “And that was so long ago.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “I didn’t know it at the time but I’ve been fighting my feelings for you since that day.”
She pulls back to look into my eyes but an older woman walks by and makes a comment about young love, which makes Lina’s self-conscious blush deepen. She draws out of my arms and starts down the aisle. After tossing the fruits and vegetables into the cart, she leads me to the next aisle.
When she stops, turns, flips her hair over one shoulder and calls me honey, I almost die on the spot.
She flashes a mischievous wink. “We should have steak tonight, don’t you think?”
I shake my head to hide a smile. “Whatever you wish, darling.”
“What goes well with steak?” she muses, while I follow her nose to tail like a horny animal.
“Red wine,” I drawl.
She spins around and pushes her breasts toward me. “Oh, honey, you know I don’t drink.”
As she spins again, I grab her hair and tug her backward. “We don’t have to drink it,” I breathe hotly in her ear. “I could lick it off you.”
She gasps and I spot her nipples surfacing through the sweater.
I go one further. “I could make you kneel on the bed on all fours and lick red wine from between your shoulder blades while you write every detail down in your dirty diary.”
Her mouth falls open on a gasp that could be a sigh that could also be a whimper. With her back toward me, I slide my hand beneath her sweater and vest and gently squeeze her left nipple.
She buttons her lips together and only a tight, high-pitched “Mmm,” rises to the surface.
A woman and two young children enter the aisle and I silently slip my hand from beneath Lina’s sweater. She wobbles on her feet at the loss of my bodily support until I discreetly slap her ass to get her moving.
“We should also get dessert, babe,” I say, smiling pleasantly as the young family passes.
“Any, um, preferences?” Lina asks, her voice off-balance.
I grin behind her. “Something rich, naughty, full of bad things… Any suggestions?”
She turns and leans in toward me. “You just described yourself, you know that?”
I laugh out loud. “I don’t mind being dessert.”
She flushes beet red and bites her bottom lip, pumping a little more blood into my semi. Taking a deep, sobering breath, I steer her down the aisle. “We have got to get that blushing under control.”
I almost manage to get the rest of the items Mom wrote on her list without fondling my stepsister in broad daylight, but something about the way she peruses the red wine labels looking for something full bodied that I can lick off her skin makes me lose all control.
I leave the cart in the middle of the aisle and stalk over to her, not caring there are other people milling around us. I slide my hand around her neck and turn her head toward me, then ram my lips on to hers like I’m about to die from hunger.
I sense the bottle slipping from her fingers and wrap my hand around it just in time. Fuck. I have to get this woman in my car.
Forcing myself backward, I can’t help the hot glare I shoot her.
“This one will do fine.”
I go to place the bottle in the cart but Lina’s nervous laughter halts me.
“Miss Leyton, I didn’t see you there.”
A slightly older woman—maybe my age—is standing close to Lina and smiling at her. “How are you Bambalina?”
“I’m good, thanks. Just doing some grocery shopping for my stepmom.”
I watch as Miss Leyton’s smile falls a little at the mention of my mother. “That’s nice. You look well. Have you been enjoying the break?”
Lina’s gaze flicks to me with heat. “I have, thanks.”
Miss Leyton follows Lina’s glance, her lips parting when she sees me.
“Oh, I didn’t, um…”
Lina swallows, suddenly nervous, and I have to step in before she gives us away with another of her treacherous blushes. “I gave her a ride. Hi,” I hold out my hand. “I’m Nicolò.”
“Y—yes, I know. Um…” she turns back to Lina with something forced in her tone. “It’s good to see you. Catch you at school, okay?”
“Oh okay. Bye.” Lina waves half-heartedly because Miss Leyton has already walked away like I just gave her an electric shock.
Lina steps into my shadow. “Oh God, do you think she saw us?”
“Probably. Who is she?”
“She’s my English teacher. One of the nicer ones.”
I lift my gaze to the fluorescent lights above and release a tight breath. “Shit, we need to be more careful. I let myself get carried away just then. Maybe it’s best we don’t come out in public until we’ve got this thing under control.”
I lower my lids to see her big brown eyes gazing up at me. When she wets her lips I realize the misplaced optimism of that statement. I can’t imagine ever getting my feelings for this woman under control.
“Please stop looking at me like that,” I murmur.
She pouts. “Then stop looking at me like that.”
I take a deep breath and faintly roll my eyes. I love how I feel when I’m with her, but fuck, it’s a lot harder to handle than I thought.
The second she’s sealed inside my car, I’m on her, kissing her hard and deep. My hands can’t cover her fast enough and they’re everywhere. Each whimper and gasp makes me harder and harder. The leggings I was admiring earlier are now just in the fucking way.
I shove my seat back as far as it will go and haul her onto my lap. Her knees are shoved into the edges of the sports seat but she’s so petite she’s still stretched wide over my cock.
“Nicolò,” she gasps, breathless. “Someone might see.”
I start the engine and, with her still perched on my lap, I reverse out of the space and coast to a far corner of the lot, nice and hidden.
When I cut the engine she lifts her head, eyes wide with disbelief. “That was so dangerous,” she breathes.
“You think that was dangerous?”
I take one of her hands and thread it beneath my coat to the revolver at my back. I curl her fingers around the handle and stare into her eyes. “Nothing’s going to hurt you, baby. Not while you’re with me.”
Something flips behind her gaze and she sinks onto my lips.
Her tongue dips tentatively into my mouth and her small, hot hands grab my face.
And her hips move, pressing down on my length.
I just sit here, letting her do whatever she wants.
And she really does. Her fingers dig into my scalp and scratch down the back of my neck.
Her teeth scrape my lips as she ruts against my dick, heating me up like a freaking sauna.
A smile pulls at my assaulted lips. My little fawn is feral.
I attach my hands to her hips and take control of her jagged movements. If we’re going to get off in this car, together, it needs to be done right.
I pull her toward me, then press her down, knowing the crown of my cock is going to push under the hood of her clit on the downward movement. Her head falls forward on a gasp.
“Oh! That feels good. So good.”
“Christ, Lina, I’m not going to last very long.”
“Good,” she gasps. “I want to see you come. I want to know what it looks like, what it feels like. I want to see your face when you orgasm.”
Jesus Christ, she’s so unabashed. “I want to see yours too. I want you to lose all control on my cock.”
I push her down again and her eyes roll back.
“Look at me,” I demand.
She drags her gaze to mine and presses her little hands into my chest. I’m moving her faster now and she needs to hold on.
“You like having my thick cock rub against your clit?” I ask in a low, satanic voice.
“God Nicolò… I love it.”
I know she likes the dirty talk because I’ve seen what she writes. “Do you want this thick cock inside your pretty little pussy, baby?”
She gasps again, struggling to catch her breath. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
“Are you my little virgin to break apart?”
“Nicolò, I’m so close.”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I’m your little virgin. Oh God, right there.”
“Your clit is so hard sweetheart. It’s making me leak.”
“Nicolò—”
She’s right on the edge. I can see it in the way her stomach is tensing, her eyes are losing focus and her voice is breaking.
I shove her sweater and vest up her chest and drag a breast into my mouth.
Groaning with pleasure, I suck her nipple hard then stretch it between my teeth, returning it to her a dark pink unshatterable diamond.
She releases a sexy, helpless, rattling cry. “There it is,” I coax. “Look at me when you soak my pants, little fawn.”
She stiffens and loses control of her movements so I grip her hard and stroke her up and down my length. Her cries climb in pitch and arousal floods out of her. The feel of it wetting my dick sends me over the edge and I move her fast.
Our eyes lock, and the world outside disappears. There’s no room for anything but the torrent of bliss and urgency and disbelief as we come together. Time slows, mouths fall open, shudders wrack our spines.
Then she falls onto me and I into her.
I hold her to my chest as we both fight to catch our breath.
That was the most intense experience of my life, and I’ve experienced a lot of intensity.
I’m stunned that only yesterday morning, I was fighting heartbreak and wondering how the fuck I was going to live my life without her in it.
Twenty-four hours later, she’s fallen apart on me twice and just given me the hottest climax I’ve ever had.
I close my eyes and breathe her in, the sad reality of our situation never far from reach. I’m so fucking happy and I think she is too. If this shit is all kinds of wrong, what must all kinds of right feel like?