23. Naya
TWENTY-THREE
NAYA
Christmas Day dawned with a hush over Boston, a blanket of snow lending an almost magical stillness to the world outside my window.
Amias didn't stay the night, but he came back the next morning with scones and coffee. He kissed me as soon as he saw me, one of those "hi, baby, how are you," good morning kisses that no one ever had given me. It was casual. I was completely confused, and Amias knew it.
"I told you I was coming back in the morning." He found plates and set them on my dining table, getting pretty comfortable in my house after one evening spent here.
I sat at the table and broke up a chocolate scone. "I…wasn't sure."
He left after we had cake, saying, "Baby, if I stay, I'll want inside you, and you're not ready for that. So, I'm going to go home and take a cold shower."
Yeah, because I was so freaking hot he needed to cool down.
I call bullshit on that!
Darren texted me in the morning to ask how it went, and I told him I was still unvirginally his. He replied with an eggplant emoji.
"Wear something warm," Amias instructed after I was done with my scone.
I was in black drawstring pants and a black T-shirt.
I'd tied my hair in a messy bun and didn't have a lick of makeup on.
I was certain someone like Ann would never let a man see her in her just-got-out-of-bed look.
I was obviously not Ann. That didn't mean I didn't feel conscious as he sat there in jeans and a cashmere sweater, looking like he walked out of a GQ Magazine cover.
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"You know I'm not a child, right?"
He grinned and dropped a kiss on my nose. "Stop being confrontational. Get ready. We have plans for the day."
"Can you tell me about the plans?"
"No. Dress warm. Wear boots."
I looked at his footwear, and wouldn't you have it, he had Timberlands on.
I took a quick shower but didn't wash my hair. I didn't have time for the drying and styling. Instead, I tied it into a ponytail and decided it would be fine because if I was dressing warm, I was probably wearing my woolen hat and it wouldn't matter what kind of hair day I was having.
Boots were tricky for me, and I tended to wear my knee-high ones when I wore a dress, which was rare. I didn't like to wear tight jeans because they made my skin itch, though I always thought that skintight jeans with knee-high boots were sexy.
I called Darren. "He wants me to dress warm?"
Darren blew his nose, his voice sounding less and less like he was dying. "Where's he taking you?"
"I don't know. He's in jeans, a sweater and boots."
"Okay, let me think about it."
After a long moment, I called out his name loudly. "Did you fall asleep on me?"
"Maybe. Ah…you should wear something warm."
"Sleep, Darren."
"Good call, Sparky."
I hung up on him and turned around to find Amias lounging at my bedroom doorway. He'd opened the door, and I hadn't even heard him.
"You want me to help you pick out something to wear?" he asked, amused.
"You look like a GQ model no matter what you do," I said grimly, "Us lesser people have to…put some thought in it and people like me…." Ah, fuck it!
"What did we talk about last night?"
I just looked at my bare feet glumly. He was going to get tired of me after one night. My insecurities, my inability to even get dressed for a date, would drive him away. But I hadn't dated…not since high school, and even then, I had like two dates. I was the school nerd.
"When did you go on a date last?" Amias asked as if he could hear my thoughts.
I counted. "About eight years ago. My last date was right before the accident."
"Fuck," he snapped, and I raised my eyes to look at him. He was seething with anger. "Are you telling me you haven't dated at all? Not even a drink with a guy?"
I swallowed. "I worried that if I did that, and we ended up in…you know, naked ways then…so I didn't." Why was he so angry?
"So, you've been living in fucking fear for eight years?" He prowled toward me, and for some reason, his temper made him even more handsome, and my panties got damp instantly.
"Not in fear…not all the time. Look, some of us?—"
He kissed me. One of those long kisses with a whole lot of tongue and hands cupping my ass to lift me up to fit against his dick. He nibbled on my lips.
"We're going on a date, baby. Like a proper honest-to-god date. Now, do you want me to pick clothes for you?"
I was reeling after the kiss, and I'd have stumbled a little if he wasn't holding me. This man was confusing the living daylights out of me.
"I'm a grown-up," I replied huskily, "I can pick my own clothes."
"But you're worried about what I'll think."
That was true, so I pursed my lips. He kissed my lips and walked to my closet. He looked through things while I stood in my bra and panties and a terry robe, feeling uncomfortable as hell.
He threw some clothes on my bed. "You need me to pick out your underwear?" He walked to the dresser.
"I'm wearing underwear."
If I was bold, I'd flash him by opening my robe. Alas, I wasn't bold. As if again, reading my mind, he walked to me and untied the robe's sash. He parted the robe and looked at my Uniqlo functional black underwear.
"Your body is…this Krav Maga thing seriously works for you."
I licked my lips. "It does?"
He cupped my breasts, and I heard his breath shorten. He squeezed. "I love the muscles on your stomach. The way your thighs are so strong. When I saw you in the tank top that day, I admired your arms. I thought, this girl works out."
He pinched my nipples, and I moaned.
"Most women would kill to have a body like yours. I don't know what you're so worried about."
I looked down at my legs and then at him.
"You mention those scars as something negative, and I will spank the hell out of you."
Spank? I may be inexperienced, but I wasn't illiterate. I read. I knew all about BDSM.
I cleared my throat. "Do you…ah…are you into that?"
He grinned. "Are you asking me, Naya, if I'm into spanking? Domination?"
I nodded, not able to speak.
"I like control. I don't like to hurt women." He ran the back of his hands over the swell of my breasts.
I was a little disappointed. Since my scars didn't turn him off, maybe it would be fun to explore some sexual fantasies, thought the stupid virgin.
"But…I've dabbled, and when done right, pleasure and pain can come together beautifully. Would you like to learn?"
What?
He rubbed his thumb over my lip. "I'd love to make your pretty ass red and then fuck you in the ass. Would you like that?"
Oh my god! I had to change my panties now.
He cupped me and groaned. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking sexy. We've just been talking, and you're wet." He inserted a finger, and I clenched my thighs, wanting to hold him in.
He dropped to his knees and rubbed his nose against the crotch of my panties. "Fuck, you smell good, Naya. So sweet. Roses."
My hands tangled in his hair, and I loved their springy feel, loved how I had the freedom to do this.
"Let me taste you, please."
I pushed my hips against his mouth.
"Naya, words," he said sharply.
Did I want that? "Yes, yes."
"Yes, what, baby?" He pulled my panties down and let them fall to my ankles. He moved my feet, one after the other, so I'd step out of them.
He nuzzled my pubic hair. "Naya, what do you want?"
I couldn't say it. I just couldn't.
"Naya?" he ordered.
"Taste me, please," I squeaked out.
"That's my baby." He licked my slit, and my knees threatened to buckle. Was it supposed to feel this damn good? He nibbled and sucked and then started to add fingers inside me. I was losing myself as pleasure filled up everything inside me, and a need I didn't recognize began to claw at me.
"Please, please," I begged, not sure what I was begging for.
"You want to come. Oh, look at your clit, baby. Just," he circled his tongue around my clitoris, "look at it. It's come out to play with me."
He added a fourth finger inside me, pumping in and out, and latched on to my clitoris and began to suckle it. I felt like there were fireworks going on inside my body, and unable to bear my weight, I sank down on my knees next to him.
He held me close, kissing my face, soothing me.
He stood up and helped me do the same. "Get ready."
He was almost at my bedroom door when I called out to him, "Can we have sex tonight?" I'd never in a million years thought I'd be this bold.
He smiled his big smile. "Whatever you want, baby, I'll make sure you have it. You want my cock inside you, we'll make it happen. Now hurry up, will you?"