30. Savannah
thirty
Savannah
My heart hasn’t stopped galloping since I saw Nico step off the elevator with Talia and her husband, Cam. I knew Talia organized a Make a Wish event with the kids, but I had no idea Nico would be involved as well.
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off him.
When he squatted down to chat with one of my favorite little patients, Ella, my ovaries went haywire.
He was so sweet to her, and the laugh he made when she said something funny had me wanting to tug him into the nearest on-call room so I could kiss him with no one seeing.
Instead, for the past twenty minutes, I’ve been shamelessly watching him from afar as he signs autographs and talks with all the kids. He’s been engaging with them, making each one feel special with his undivided attention. Not once were his laugh or smile forced.
Who knew Nico was a kid person?
As if he knows I’m thinking about him, Nico adjusts his seat so he can look my way where I’m leaning against the door frame.
He winks at me while autographing a jersey and keeping up a conversation with one of our patients, Tyler, who has been in our ward for the last six months receiving leukemia treatments, to which he’s responding incredibly well too.
Tyler is a huge baseball fan, and having Nico and Cam here is definitely a dream come true for him. As Tyler moves on from Nico to Cameron for an autograph, Nico excuses himself from the table and asks Talia a question.
I wish I could hear what they are saying as Talia points in my direction. He nods and kisses her cheek before he walks in my direction, and Talia returns her attention to her husband and Tyler.
“Hey, Doc,” he whispers.
As he passes, he softly brushes his fingertips over the back of my hand, sending sparks of electricity through me. My pulse races from his illicit touch. Unable to stop myself, I watch him walk down the hall to the restroom.
My feet have a mind of their own and lead me down the corridor after him. What feels like hours passes as I wait across the hall, out of sight, for him to finish. The butterflies that permanently moved into my stomach soar as the door opens and Nico appears.
“Hey, baseball boy,” I hiss, catching his attention.
His icy-gray eyes find mine, and from feet away, I can see his pupils dilate as his gaze scans me from head to toe. My nipples tighten in my bra, and my core clenches as he flashes me the cocky grin that melts my insides instead of annoying me, like it used to.
It’s not surprising that Nico looks even sexier than usual. I’ve grown used to seeing him shirtless in a pair of athletic shorts, but this look is even better.
He’s wearing a black button-up dress shirt rolled to his elbows that shows off the intricate designs on his arms, slacks that mold his thighs to perfection, and shiny leather shoes that look as expensive as the platinum watch on his wrist and diamond encrusted chain around his neck.
He looks like he walked right off the runway in Italy.
Nico looks both ways before stalking towards me like an avenging angel. My knees wobble, and my mouth goes dry as his expensive, dark, leathery scent fills the air.
“What’s up, Doc?” He stops an arm’s distance away, too far for my liking because of course this sinfully sexy man has turned me into a needy ball of desire for him.
I don’t want space. I want more Nico.
“Cute.” I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, and he tracks the action with his steely gaze before bringing his eyes to mine. I can feel my resolve slipping away.
“I always wanted to say that.” Nico looks around to check if the coast is clear, then takes another step closer. He gently swipes his fingers over my cheek before pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “I hate not being able to touch you.”
My resolve disappears in a snap. “Me too.”
Before I can stop myself, I grab his shirt with one hand and reach behind my back to turn the knob on the supply room door with my other, pulling him inside with me. The door slams shut with a deafening click. Nico’s eyes gleam as he waits for my lead.
Nico’s chest flares with a sharp inhale as I run my finger down the middle of his pecs and abs, and I revel in the way his muscles flex at my touch.
I peer into the swirling storm in his eyes and stand on my toes. “What are you waiting for? Kiss me.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Nico grips the back of my legs and lifts me up.
Instinctively, I wrap them around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he pushes me up against the door. His lips are on mine faster than I can blink. He nips my bottom lip, forcing it apart from my upper one to delve his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.
His kisses taste like cinnamon and desire. Rough and animalistic. Nico’s hold on me is unyielding, possessive, and it flips a switch deep inside me that sets my baser instincts free.
Reaching for his hair, I grip the silky raven strands between my fingers and pull, kissing him harder. Nico returns the sultry fight, digging his fingers into my ass and groping it hard.
His torso vibrates against mine as he growls, sending shockwaves to my core. My clit pulses, and my pussy slickens with liquid desire at our rough embrace. Digging my heels into his ass, I squeeze my thighs around his hips and grind into him to get some relief.
“Fuck, I can feel the heat of your wet pussy through your pants,” Nico grumbles against my lips as he lowers enough to rub my clit over the ridges of his hard cock.
I stifle the moan begging to slip as I kiss and ride him against the door. I’m so close, but I’m missing something. He breaks away to lave kisses and nips behind my ear and down my neck.
“Nico?” I gasp, removing my hands from his hair to his shoulders for balance.
“What do you need, Savannah?” Nico whispers like a freaky mind reader.
“I need you to touch me.”
Nico pulls his face back an inch, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Are you sure you want me to put my hands in your panties and fuck your needy little pussy with my fingers until you come?”
I freeze at the skepticism in his voice and truly think about what I’m asking of him. Not once throughout my career have I behaved inappropriately while on the job. Never have I used an on-call room or a supply closet to be intimate with another person.
Until now.
“Yes.” My voice is unrecognizable as I let my limbic system take over and dive headfirst into the ocean of desire I’m drowning in. “Now do what you’re told and make me come.”
“You have no idea how fucking hard you make me when you boss me around.” To prove his point, Nico lowers me to the ground, making sure my pussy slides over the sharp ridge of his steely shaft.
“Not bad,” I hum in appreciation. “Now find out how wet you make me when you listen like a good boy and do what I want.”
I don’t know where these words are coming from, but I know it’s all because of the man staring down at me with a feral gleam. Like a predator ready to pounce.
“What did I tell you about calling me that?” In a painfully slow move, Nico wraps one hand around the back of my neck as his other hand unties the strings of my scrubs at my waist, and then pushes them down to the ground.
The fabric pools at my ankles as he runs his warm palm over my bare ass and traces the thin strip of lace between my cheeks. “Answer me.”
It’s hard to concentrate when his fingers graze my pussy over the thin fabric, teasing me, and the frustration leaks into my words. “You said not to use it unless you can do something about it.”
“Exactly. Now these belong to me.” With a sexy hum, he tugs my thong, snapping the fabric at the seams, and rips it off my body.
He lifts the now-destroyed fabric to his nose and inhales, breathing in the lingering scent of my arousal.
“You smell so fucking delicious. Like citrus-infused honey. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and feast on your nectar. ”
“Oh my.” I place a hand on Nico’s chest, and the beat of his racing heart beneath my palm grounds me in the moment as my legs shake in anticipation.
“Let’s test your hypothesis, Doc.” He runs the pads of his fingers gently through my pussy.
Heat rushes through me, burning me from the inside out. I throw my head back against the door and breathe. I’m panting as if I’ve run a hundred-yard dash, and all Nico has done is barely touch me.
“So wet and juicy. As much as I would love to spend all day playing with your pretty pussy, we need to hurry before we get caught.”
Nico gathers my arousal on the tips of his index and middle fingers and then places them on my clit. He rubs the pads over the sensitive bundle. The pressure builds between my legs as I arch my back, chasing the looming orgasm brought on by the sinfully handsome man I’m clinging to.
“Faster. Harder,” I murmur.
Nico shushes me with a passionate kiss as he notches two fingers at my opening. I’m so wet and turned on that his fingers slide in with ease as he plunges them deep inside me, curling the tips forward, reaching for my G-spot.
My knees wobble, but the grip he has on my neck keeps me upright and at his mercy as he furiously finger-fucks me. He presses his palm into my clit and pushes down, making me moan in pleasure.
Nico’s hand freezes, but his fingers don’t stop their assault from the inside. “Quiet, or I stop. No one gets to hear you. Those sexy fucking noises you make belong to me, and only me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
“So fucking bossy.” Nico quickly removes his fingers and pinches my clit. Hard and unforgivingly.
“Ow. Oh, fuck.” I groan as pain turns to pleasure, and a fire like I’ve never felt before swirls between my legs.
Nico begins his assault again, sending me higher, as he whispers in my ear, “Keep your eyes on me, gattina, and come on my fingers. Soak my hand with your cum so I can lick it off and taste you in my mouth for the rest of the day.”
Between Nico’s dirty mouth and this perfect fast-paced rhythm, I’m on sensation overload, and when he presses his thumb to my clit, a wave of pleasure rips through me.
I fight the urge to close my eyes and stare into the glacial eyes hungrily staring at me as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
Nico’s eyes darken like storm clouds as he places his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. “You’re even more beautiful when you come than I remember,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
His sweet words, the intimacy of the moment, the way our gazes stay locked on each other—all of it—makes tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“Stay with me tonight.” His voice is raw, stripped down to the bone of vulnerability.
I can’t think straight with him still inside me. All I know is I never want this to end. A tear tracks down my cheek, and he laps it up with his tongue.
“Stay with me tonight,” he demands as he pumps into me, sending orgasmic aftershocks through me.
“Don’t you have a game?” I gasp, and he increases his pace.
“No. Even if I had a game, I’d want you in my bed, waiting for me.”
I want nothing more than to sleep in his bed, surrounded by his scent and wrapped up in his arms. “Yes. I’ll stay with you.”
“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he admits. He curls his fingers forward, and my pussy quivers. “Are you joining me for the charity event this weekend?”
My pussy clenches as a second orgasm builds deep inside me. My brain fizzles, and it’s hard for me to focus on anything but what he’s doing to my body. Charity event? Invitation?
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Why is that?” Nico kisses my neck as I spread my legs wider.
“There will be press, and I’m not ready to go public. I still need to talk to…talk to people,” I pant as he plays with me. I’m so close I suck my lips between my teeth to stop from screaming.
“No press.” Nico massages my clit with his fingers.
“What?” My breath hitches as I reach the edge.
“No press. No pictures. No pomp. This event is private. Invite only. I don’t want people to know about it. This is special to me.”
“Fine. I’ll go.” I tilt my hips forward, searching for relief.
“Good.” Nico removes his hand from my aching, wet core, leaving me hanging.
“Why’d you stop? I was so close,” I whine.
Sexy little lines crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he grins down at me like a tempting devil.
“Gotta leave you wanting me more.” He brings his shiny, wet fingers up between us and runs them over my lips before sucking them into his mouth.
He moans around his digits. “Fucking delicious, like I knew you’d be. ”
My face heats, and I rub my thighs together, wound tight from his edging.
Nico bends down, grabs my scrub pants, and pulls them up my thighs. He slowly reties the string into a knot like a gentleman. “All set.”
“Not really, panty thief. How am I going to make it the rest of my shift with no underwear?”
“How much longer are you on the clock?”
“A couple of hours.”
He bites his lip. “I don’t love the idea of you walking around without panties on. Not without me around.”
“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you ripped them off.”
“They’re in their rightful place.” He pulls the white fabric out of his pocket for me to see before tucking it back inside. “We’d better get out of here before somebody notices we’re missing.”
I run my hands down my body and through my hair. “How do I look?”
“Beautiful as ever.”
“Thank you.” I blush at the compliment.
Nico unlocks the door and swings it open. Standing outside are Talia and her husband, both of whom are grinning like idiots as they lean against the wall. Vomit churns in my stomach, and I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.
“This is not what it looks like,” I blurt.
Why on earth would I say that? This is exactly what it looks like.
“Yes, it is,” Nico corrects. He threads our fingers together and lifts them to his mouth, where he places a tender kiss on my knuckles.
Damn him for being so captivating and romantic.
“Right?” He arches his brow at me and waits for me to answer.
While I respect Talia, I care about Nico more, and that means being honest about how I feel. I stare into his hypnotic eyes and admit, “It is what you think.”
Nico grins, and when I face Talia, she’s bouncing on her toes with an equally wide grin.
“I totally approve, Dr. Winters.” Talia turns to Nico and crosses her arms over her chest. Cam places a hand on her shoulder to steady her for whatever is about to come out of her mouth next.
“Since I’m the most awesome sister on the planet, I won’t punch you, like you did to Cam.
I love you with all my heart, but I swear, mio caro fratello”—my dear brother—“if you fuck this up, I’m choosing her. ”
Nico barks a laugh. “Fair enough.”