Chapter 14 #2
My dad asks if I’m sure, because he’ll give me a ride home.
I’m sure I don’t want to wait another hour for a ride home with Kate and my mother.
No, thank you. I say my goodbyes and go to the front to get my jacket and stand by the doors for my taxi.
I look behind me, and I see Kate heading my way.
The night is over; I wish she would give it a rest already.
“What do you want, Kate?” She rubs her hand over her burgeoning stomach that’s barely noticeable under her dark blue chiffon dress. Soon, she won’t have to keep rubbing her stomach every chance she gets to tip people off that she’s pregnant.
“Nothing, I have everything I need to get me what I want.”
“That’s good for you. Excuse me, I’m going to wait for my cab outside. The air has suddenly become stifling in here.” I try to move around her and she shifts to the side.
“You’re excused, Cat, after you hear what I have to say.
You need to listen and listen well. I will always be a part of his life.
I’m the mother of his son, his first born child.
If you have any ideas of getting back with him, I want you to know I will always be here in everything you do.
This baby will forever be your reminder he had me first; he chose to be with me first.
“If there’s a choice to be made between spending bonding time with me and his newborn child or spending time with you to reassure you that you come first in his life, what do you think he’s going to do?
You already know, of course; he’s going to spend time with me and his child.
Let me paint a clear picture for you, I’ll be breast feeding our child in the crook of my arms while he watches tenderly as I take care of his son.
Don’t be a fool. You will not come first in his life, you already know that. ”
I hate her right now. I feel sorry for this baby and Nick. “Good night, Kate.”
“Good night, Aunty Cat.”
Aunty Cat, my ass. She’s going to use this baby to try to manipulate Nick every chance she gets.
I take the elevator up to our apartment.
I’m ready to dive into my bed and throw the covers over my head.
Kate was a bitch, and my mother was her usual disapproving self.
Nick barely spoke to me. What was I expecting?
I told him we should be friends. I thought there was a moment between us, though, when I looked into his eyes.
If there was, it’s not like we could act on it.
It’s better this way; that we stay apart.
I push my key in the door and turn on the light.
I stop, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. He’s sitting in a chair looking directly at me.
Stepping inside I close the door behind me.
What is he doing here? I lean against the door and watch him stand up.
His tie and jacket are off, lying on the back of the couch.
His midnight black hair is a sexy mess. He’s barefoot, and his shirt is pulled out of his pants, looking nothing like the well-groomed, sophisticated man I saw an hour ago.
If it’s possible, he’s even sexier. I push myself off the door and walk to him.
We meet in front of the fireplace on Ava’s fluffy white sheepskin rug.
I look up at him but I don’t have far to look with the gold stilettos I have on.
“How did you get in?” I ask quietly, still a little stunned at seeing him here.
“I have a key for emergencies. Ava gave it to me before she left.”
“Of course she would. Is there an emergency?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“I missed you,” he says with all seriousness.
“How do you know I won’t tell you to leave?”
“I’m taking a chance; I’m guessing you missed me as much as I missed you. Did you?”
I should lie to him and tell him to leave, for both our sakes. I can’t do that. One night—I need one night. One more night won’t hurt. I need this. I need him.
“I missed you too.”
He looks down into my eyes, and all I see is heat and want, the things I want to do to him and the things I want him to do to me.
“I watched you all night in this dress.” He runs his finger down the front of my dress. “The view from the front is spectacular. The view from the back is even better.”
“Is it?”
“I would say so. The only drawback was I wasn’t the only one enjoying it.”
“That’s not a problem now. I can guarantee you will be the only one enjoying the spectacular view and much more, from the front and the back.”
“Thank God for that.”
“Thank God.”
His lips touch mine, and the warmth from them runs through me, heating me from inside out.
His large, muscular arms go around me and mine twine around his neck.
This is what I’ve needed. This is wrong, but it feels so good.
My fingers run through his hair, and I kiss him with all the weeks of longing pent up inside me.
He moves his head back, and I move forward to try to kiss him again.
He looks at my hair and shakes his head.
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“This looks very nice. Take it out. I want to see you the way I’ve always seen you when I see you in my bed with your legs wrapped around me.”
I take my hands from around him and, as fast as I can, I pull the pins out one by one.
I watch him walk around me and place little wet kisses along the back of my neck.
I sigh at the feel of his lips against my heated skin and bite the corner of my lip.
My hair falls down around me, and he brushes it to the side.
His rock-hard body presses up against my back, and his large hands run down the sides of my arms, intertwining his fingers through mine.
Holding on tight, I try to steady my breathing and the need rising in me.
Placing a kiss on my shoulder, he licks around the edges of my dress, driving me crazy.
His low husky voice floats up to my ear.
“Can I take this off?”
In a low hoarse whisper I say, “Yes.”
His hands come back up at the same time and slide each side of my dress down off my shoulders.
I press back against him even more and wrap my hands around his firm ass and rub my body against him.
My head falls back against his shoulders, eyes closed, and his tongue slides up the side of my throat, leading a white-hot wet trail to my ear.
Moving back, he pushes my dress down my arms. It drops to the floor, and I hear his sharp intake of breath as he gets the most spectacular view of all—from the back—when he sees I’m completely naked except for the three-inch gold stiletto platforms I’m wearing.
Spinning me around, he pulls me up against his chest. In one fluid motion, my arms lock around his neck and my fingers are buried in his thick hair.
“Fuck, Cat!”
His hand runs down my back and over the curve of my ass, lifting me up into his arms as if I’m weightless, floating in midair.
His lips close over the tip of my nipple, and he starts a slow torturous swirling movement with his tongue.
“Oh. My. God.” My head falls back. I’m done thinking.
The need for him to be inside me hits me hard right to the center of my core.
“Nick.”
“Mmm.” With his mouth on me, the sound vibrates through my entire body, making the most sensitive part of me wetter than a pool of water.
My body arches back into his steel-like arms. Without missing a beat, he lays me down in front of the fireplace on the white rug.
He releases me, putting his arms on either side of my body without touching me, sucking on my nipple like it’s a lollipop, and I can’t stop the sound flowing out of my mouth.
Pulling back from me, he releases my nipple with a pop, leaving me writhing on my back with need.
My knees bend, thighs rubbing together, and I feel the sharp point of my stilettos graze against the inside of my legs.
I open my eyes; the way he’s watching my every move, with eyes intense and not of this world, is beautiful. I hold his gaze.
“You are gloriously magnificent.” He puts his hand over mine, placing a kiss in the palm of my hand.
“The best thing to ever happen to me.” I sit up, our eyes still locked on each other, neither one of us breaking the trance, only the sound of breathing in the room.
I unbutton his shirt and he pulls it off, dropping it to the floor.
Without looking away, I slide my hands down his bare chest, unfastening his button, sliding his zipper down.
Putting my hand in his pants on either side, I slide them down his legs.
He stands and steps out of them. Our eyes never part, locked in a heated conversation, deep and intimate, without words.
I lie back and wait for him as he kneels down to place a feather-light kiss on the inside of each of my ankles before he slips my gold stilettos off.
He parts my legs, running his hands down the inside of my thighs.
Watching his head between my thighs, his tongue runs a hot, wet path up from the middle of my entrance, over my stomach, and between my swollen breasts to my lips.
My legs open wide, riding up high around his thighs.
He nibbles on my lips, causing a tingling thrill of pleasure as he swipes his tongue against mine.
My hands stroke up and down his broad, muscular back, savoring the feeling of smooth satin over steel against my fingertips.
His thumb brushes past my swollen bottom lip as his brilliant aquamarine eyes look into mine. And I have to tell him.
“Every time I’ve made up my mind to stick to the decisions I’ve made concerning us, you make me crumble like a sand castle being washed away by crystal blue waters. You make me weak.”
“I would never want to make you weak. I feel like that together, we’re unstoppable. I want to share my life with you, every minute of every day.”