Chapter 24
Bianca
I don’t care that I look like I haven’t slept in days. Or that my hair is flattened to my head from wearing a hat at Niko’s game. I’m not self-conscious that my pants are snug. All that matters is this moment, with Niko.
When he admits that he’s falling for me, that this is about us, despite my being pregnant and not because of it, something inside of me breaks. The wall I’ve kept up crumbles. And the hope I cling to swells to the surface, prompting me to surge forward and kiss him.
My arm encircles his neck as I pull him closer and he leans into me, falling forward to match my desire. My want. My homecoming.
I shift onto my knees, breathing him in. I recall that night, when everything between us was raw and real and underlined with an urgency. It was exciting and passionate and intense.
And this moment holds hints of that night. But it’s so much more. There’s trust and letting in while I let go. Niko’s hand wraps around my upper thigh, squeezing once, before slipping up to cup my ass.
“You sure about this, Honeybee?” he asks against my mouth. His voice is guttural and the sound of it, laced with that same desperation that heats my blood, pinches between my legs.
“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”
“We still need to talk,” he rationalizes.
It’s so cute, so him, that I fight my laugher. “We will,” I promise. “Please, Niko. I need you. Want this with you.”
“Fuck.” It’s a growl. And then, his mouth is back on mine, kissing, teasing, giving and taking.
I slip my leg over his waist so I can straddle him.
He leans back into the couch and I move with him, grasping the cushion behind his head as I kiss him deeper and begin to move, grinding against him in the most feral way possible.
It’d be cringe, too damn needy, if I cared enough to consider it.
But I don’t. I’ve shut down all thoughts and am allowing myself to feel.
And fuck, Niko Karas feels good.
With one hand in my hair, he works the other between us, slipping it between my legs. And I sigh, spreading my legs farther, and giving him room to work because it’s been too long.
“Jesus,” he murmurs as he cups me between my jeans.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, honey.
We both are.” He gently places me next to him and kneels beside me on the couch.
He pops the button on my jeans and drags down the zipper.
His eyes flare and he bites his bottom lip when he notes my red panties. “Your favorite color.”
I chuckle and lift my hips so he can roll my jeans off.
I move to take off his jersey, but he shakes his head. “Leave that on a little longer. I like seeing you in my number.”
He stands and removes his black joggers and long-sleeve shirt.
Then he settles back on the couch, places me back in his lap, and palms my breast over my shirt.
“Where were we?” he asks as his hand drops to between my legs.
He slides my red panties to one side and drags his fingers through my folds. “Here, right, honey?”
“Yes,” I pant, needy as hell for his touch.
“You’re so wet, Bianca.”
“I know,” I admit, gripping his bare shoulder.
“Bianca,” Niko says my name.
I look at him. He stares back. And an entire conversation takes place between us.
Are we really doing this?
Yes. Hell yes.
Is this more than just the moment?
This is everything.
Niko’s eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes two fingers inside of me. My pussy clenches around his digits and he sighs, his expression a mixture of awe and hunger.
“Tell me everything you want, honey,” he murmurs.
“You. Us,” I moan.
“Good girl,” he praises, continuing to pump in and out. Then, he pulls his hand away.
“Niko—”
But he stands, cutting me off, as he lifts me effortlessly. I circle my legs around his hips as he carries me through his apartment into his bedroom. I glance around quickly, noting the empty walls and simple furniture. He hasn’t decorated at all. For some reason, that both comforts and saddens me.
Niko places me down in the center of his navy-blue bedspread.
He takes me in, his cock tenting in his boxer briefs, and smiles. “I love seeing you in my number.”
I laugh, reach for his hand, and tug him over me.
He drops down easily and we both laugh, breathless.
It feels carefree and spontaneous and a reminder of the life I lived in New York.
Thrilling and adventurous and urgent.
For the first time in weeks, I feel like myself again. I give myself to Niko whole-heartedly and he meets me right where I am.
His mouth moves down my frame. He starts with my lips, kissing me until my head buzzes. Then, he slides down, pushing up the jersey until he can remove my bra and pull each nipple into his mouth. He lavishes the sensitive peaks with his tongue before nibbling down my rib cage.
“Open for me,” he demands when his knees hit the floor beside his bed. He tugs the back of my knees to bring me to the edge of the bed. Lining up my center with his mouth, he looks at me expectantly.
Fuck. His eyes are half closed with desire, his lips swollen from kissing down my body. His hair is messy from me running my fingers through it. But there’s a spark in his irises that wasn’t there when I first saw him today. Everything is different now.
We’re an us and the relief of that reassurance is freeing.
“Niko,” I pant.
He taps the inside of my knee. “Open up for me, Honeybee.”
I do. My knees drop open and I watch Niko’s face, the awe and want and hunger that shades his expression, as he slides his hands under my ass, removes my panties, and practically lifts me to his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as he drags his tongue through my core.
“Sweeter than honey,” he growls, doing it again.
My back arches as he adds his hand to the mix. Two fingers pump into me, slow and steady, as he turns his attention to my clit, sucking and nibbling until I see stars.
“Niko!”
“Got you,” he promises. He works me to the edge slowly, building my orgasm in layers. Until I am a writhing, needy, frantic mess skating the edge of what promises to shatter me whole.
“Give it to me, Bianca. I want everything,” Niko demands.
“Fuck!” I cry out as my orgasm tears through me. It’s been so damn long that tears spring to my eyes. My body quakes, my heart thrums, and the most delicious sense of peace washes over me.
I trust Niko with more than my body. I trust him with my thoughts, my heart, my future…my secret.
He helps me ride out the bliss and then, he crawls over me, pressing his mouth to mine. When he dips his tongue between my lips, I taste myself.
“Niko,” I breathe. “Everything with you is different. Better.”
He grins and it’s breathtaking. He’s breathtaking. Like pure sunshine.
“Please,” I nearly beg as his rock-hard length brushes against my oversensitized folds. “Please.”
“Ready, honey?” He takes off his boxer briefs, looks at me as he fists his cock.
He drags his fist up and down twice and my eyes drop to the precum that coats his head.
The fact that he’s that hard, that close, from eating me out is like an aphrodisiac on steroids.
My pussy clenches in response, greedy for more. Greedy for him.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
Niko smiles and I reach for him.
He shifts closer, lifting one of my legs and drawing my knee into my chest as he pushes into me.
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes shutter as his neck strains.
“Yes,” I moan, loving the feel of him inside of me. He fills me, completely erasing the pockets of loneliness, of emptiness, that have lived inside of me for too long. “Yes, Niko.”
“Jesus, Honeybee,” he mutters as he begins to move.
The pace starts slow but increases quickly. I grip his shoulders, my hips lifting to meet him, thrust for thrust.
At one point, I latch my legs around his waist and manage to turn us until I’m straddling him. He looks up at me, his blue eyes startled.
“I want to make you come,” I tell him.
Desire floods his eyes, deepening the blue.
I plant one palm in the center of his chest as I ride him, building to the pace I know he likes.
“Fuck,” he swears again, dropping his head back.
My breasts swing forward, heavy and so damn sensitive.
When Niko bands an arm around my waist and half sits up to suck my breast into his mouth, I cry out, feeling my second orgasm build.
“Niko. Fuck, baby, I’m going to come again,” I admit.
“Get there,” he encourages, sucking my nipple harder.
I hold his head to my breast with one hand, my fingers slipping though his hair. My other hand wraps around my headboard as I fuck him harder. Deeper.
We’re frantic for each other, half delirious with want, half desperate with need.
“Oh, God, Niko.”
“That’s it, Honeybee. You fuck me so good. So goddamn hard. Come for me. Come on my cock.”
I break apart at his words, shuddering as I cling to him.
He jerks up into me, once, twice, and on the third thrust, hollers my name. “Bianca!” It’s so raw and gritty, it sends shivers through my body.
As Niko falls back against the pillows, he pulls me with him. He turns us onto our sides, our noses touching, and slowly slips out of me. His cum, hot strands of his desire, stick to my inner thighs.
And he reaches down to drag his fingertips through the mess, lightly rubbing his cum over my clit.
I flinch from the contact, my entire body sensitive.
Niko moves his hand up to my chin and lifts it slightly. Looking into my eyes, he dips his two fingers, coated with our mixed arousal, into my mouth.
My lips part, my breath catching, as I taste his salty and my sweet. And then, his lips replace his fingers and he kisses me deeply.
I moan into him, hooking one sticky thigh over his.
He pulls me closer and we kiss, deeply, passionately, slowly, as we come down from our coupling.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bianca,” Niko says, staring into my eyes. His fingers dust over my collarbone, along my shoulder, over the tip of my breast. “I love your body.”
I snort. “It’s changing.”
“It’s perfect,” he says, his voice hard. “You’re perfect.”
I smile. “We’re really doing this?”
He nods, his eyes finding mine. “I want everything with you.”
I pull in a breath. “Me too. But there’s something I should tell you.”
“Okay,” he murmurs, his eyebrows knitting together. “What is it?”
I let out a big exhale but keep my eyes glued to his as I admit, “I’ve been pregnant before.”