18. Nico
eighteen
Nico
Two hours later, I finally get the knock I was waiting for.
Am I being a little evil and slightly manipulative for turning off her water? Probably.
Okay, fine. Yes. But a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
While getting yelled at and insulted by Savannah gets my dick hard, I want more. More time to get to know her. More time to find out what she likes. What she doesn’t like. I want to know everything about my feisty little kitten.
Just like I want her to get to know me. Help her see past my reputation.
My body physically responds to her presence. Like an invisible rope wrapped around my chest that cinches tighter every time she’s near. And instead of cutting the rope, I want to twist it around and find out what happens next. I’m that fucking drawn to her.
I’ve never had such a visceral reaction or an inexplicable need to get to know a woman before, so I’ve decided “fuck it”. I’m leaning into this new feeling.
As elated as I am for her to be standing on the other side of my door, I need to play this cool. I let Savannah knock once more before opening the door.
Every molecule of oxygen is sucked from my lungs at the sight of a barefaced Savannah. She’s wearing a cream-colored robe with blue butterflies on it and a towel wrapped around her head.
She’s so damn beautiful it physically hurts.
A slow smile curls my lips, and my cock springs to life as she chews on her bottom lip. “Hello, vicious.”
Her cheeks turn a warm pink at my greeting. “Hey.”
Savannah tugs at her towel-turban as she clutches a small bag of toiletries and some clothes to her chest. She’s fucking cute when she’s nervous and flustered. I wonder if that pink blush extends down to her chest.
Fuck, I really hope so.
I lean against the doorframe. “How can I help you, neighbor?”
Savannah exhales a deep breath. “So, I was, uh, mid-shower, when my water turned off. I called downstairs, and Roberto said there was a problem. So, yeah, I won’t have water until tomorrow. I still have soap in my hair from when I was washing it and, well, um, can I please use your shower?”
I run my finger over my bottom lip. I love watching her squirm. It’s going to feel so good when she’s squirming under me and begging me to let her come. “I don’t know. I might have company.”
“What?” Savannah sucks in a shocked breath and takes a step back. She pulls her shoulders back and tilts her chin up proudly, quickly trying to hide her reaction.
Too late, gattina. Kitten.
“Sorry to bother you and your guest.” Her switch from horrified to indifferent has me throwing my head back with a laugh.
“Relax, vicious. No one’s here. I’m just fucking with you.”
“Excuse me?” Like prey waiting for the hunter to make its move, she eyes me warily.
“I’m kidding.” Slowly, so she doesn’t mistake what I’m saying, I repeat, “There’s no one here.”
“But you said…”
“It was a joke.”
“So, it’s just you here?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip again.
“Just me,” I confirm. I open the door wider for her. “Want to come in and double-check?”
My comment lights a fire inside her. “I don’t need to check. You are a grown man. You can have whomever you want over.”
I know she’s lying. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have shouted at me and accused me of having a woman over before. “If you say so.”
“I do say so.”
“Do you want to shower or not?”
“I do.”
“Then come here.”
I wrap my hand around the back of Savannah’s neck, and graze her silky jaw with my warm palm, making her gasp. Touching her is like touching one of those plasma globes where all the electricity makes my hair stand on end.
I slowly lead her into my apartment and down the short hallway. She pauses as we reach the open-concept living room/kitchen combo. Her head whips around the room as she takes in every little detail, from the design to the décor and pictures. It was all my mom.
“Wow.”
“That good, huh?” Before I release my hold on her, I squeeze the back of her neck one more time and absorb the heat of her soft skin.
The rope around my torso tightens, making it harder for me to breathe and keep my hands off her. I place my hands behind my back to prevent myself from touching her again.
“No need to be smug about it, but yes, your apartment is gorgeous.”
I chuckle at her snarky comment. “Thanks.”
“I wonder why it’s so much bigger than my place.”
I don’t like where this line of thought is going. “Savannah?”
“Hmm.” Her head turns in my direction.
Pointing my thumb over my shoulder, I walk back towards my bedroom. “The shower is this way.”
“Oh, yes. Shower.” Savannah chuckles nervously as she follows me. I don’t miss her shocked face when I lead her deeper down the longer hallway towards the bedrooms. Towards the master suite.
There is only one bathroom I want her showering in.
Mine.
Preferably with me in it, but her alone and naked in it works for now. I want the scent of her shampoo to linger long after she’s gone. I get hard just thinking about the water from my rain shower sliding down her soapy nude body.
Fuck, I’m going to need a solo session to take the fucking edge off.
I stop at the threshold and watch how Savannah’s eyes scan every inch of the room. Her cheeks turn a sexy pink as she takes in the California king mattress in the center of the room. The wrought iron and distressed wood frame catches her attention, and I hope that’s appreciation in her amber eyes.
Whereas my living space was decorated by my mother, the bedroom is all me. Every inch, every piece of furniture—all of it—was picked out by yours truly.
“The shower is through here.” I direct Savannah towards the bathroom and turn on the lights.
My cock rises to full mast as her mouth hangs open in wonder at the double rain shower that takes up more than half the bathroom. I need to get the hell out of here, or I might do something I know Savannah isn’t ready for.
“Take your time and use whatever you need. Those are clean.” I point to the towels already on the warming rack that I set out for her. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Without drawing attention to the very hard situation going on in my shorts, I excuse myself and rush to the small guest bathroom across the hall.
Only one way to stop myself from going back into that bathroom.
I whip out my dick and fuck my fist to visions of a very wet, very naked Savannah.