7. Nina
NINA
I wasn’t ready for sex tonight.
But I was primed and eager for touch.
And for restraint.
Aphrodite’s advice rang in my ears.
Don’t be afraid to be specific. Communication is key in any relationship, especially in an intimate one.
Lay out your wishes. Speak your dreams. And hey, every now and then, you might want to present a detailed diagram or specific to-do list. There is nothing wrong with clarity.
In fact, clarity can be incredibly sexy.
Do you want your lover to bend you over the couch, bind your wrists, and kick your ankles apart?
Then make it clear. Use your words, because words are as sensual as touch.
Yes. God yes. Those things, and more.
With a deep breath and a dose of goddess bravado, I parted my lips and said, “And here’s how I want it.”
Then I told him the basics of number four. “What do you think?” I asked, a touch of nerves in my voice.
His eyes seared me. “I think you’re going to get everything you want. And everything you deserve, dirty girl.”
A naughty smile tugged at my lips at the impromptu nickname. Lately, I’d felt like one, and like I’d needed to hide that side of myself. But the way Adam said those words made me feel like I could own the moniker at last. Like I could revel in it, rather than tuck it away, unseen.
He stalked over to me, closing the few feet between us, his eyes narrowed, shining with pent-up desire. Had that desire been there before or had I unleashed it in one night?
I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.
All I wanted was number four.
But before he followed my detailed instructions, he clasped my cheek. “I’m going to give you all that you want, but there’s something I need to do before I turn you around and fuck you with my fingers.”
I shivered with anticipation. “What is it, Adam?”
His eyes blazed with lust as he brushed his finger across my top lip. “Kiss those luscious, sexy, pouty lips.”
My eyes widened. Yes. I nodded, took off my glasses, and in less than a second, his lips were on mine.
He didn’t prime me. Didn’t kiss me gently.
Instead, he took.
He seized the kiss, his lips consuming mine in the span of a heartbeat. With one hand on my cheek, another on my hip, he pushed me back against the counter and held me in place, devouring my mouth.
I’d never been kissed like this.
The others before Adam, and there weren’t many, were soft and sweet.
They kissed like they were testing the terrain.
Adam was not tentative. He was resolute.
And this kind of kiss was so foreign, I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, my body. I stood rigid, even as my insides melted.
Was I supposed to touch him too? To run my hands up and down his chest? I had no idea, so I tried to focus on his moves, as if the camera of my mind was recording them to replay later.
He barely used his tongue. He was all lips and heat and strength, and absolute control. He slid his thumb to my jaw, his fingers to my chin, and yanked my head back. Kissing me harder. Making everything clear. He owned this moment, and he owned me.
My neck was exposed, my kisses were his as he whispered, “Do you need to be kissed like a dirty girl?”
That was when I relaxed fully. That was when I turned to liquid. I knew what to do with my body. Give in.
All of me melted.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Dirty girls get kissed like this,” he said, tilting my head and licking a line across my lips.
Holy hell.
He was showing me how he’d kiss me in other ways.
At the corner of my lips, he flicked his tongue.
Then he drew a long, lingering line across my lips again, murmuring as he went, like he was going down on me.
When he stopped, his eyes blazed with desire.
“You taste so damn good, and I bet you’re going to taste even better when you show me how much you like coming on my face. ”
Electricity shot across my skin, traveling up and down my body. “I bet I will,” I said, feeling emboldened.
Something like a growl seemed to rumble up his chest as he shook his head. “But not tonight. You know why?”
“Why?” I asked, nerves and desire thrumming through me.
He dipped his face near mine. “Because I know how you want number five. I know how you want me to eat you out. You’re going to get number five when you show me how good you can beg for my mouth, like the dirty girl you are. You’re going to have to plead before I bury my face between your legs.”
Flames licked across my body. I was an inferno, and he was my oxygen. I wanted him to fan the flames of my fire. “Do I have to beg you tonight?” I asked, and the possibility thrilled me.
He brushed his thumb along my chin. “No. Not tonight. We’ll get to that. But you will do as I say right now. Is that clear?”
I nodded, pleasure tripping through me, making me wetter.
He issued a command, saying, “Answer me with words, Nina.”
I gulped. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good,” he said, absently running his hand over the outline of his erection. So hot. “Tell me something.”
“Yes?”
He lifted his chin, his eyes roaming over me, lingering on my breasts. I glanced down, took in my erect nipples poking through the soft fabric of my shirt. I arched my back, the material straining further as he asked, “Are you wet from the way I kissed you?”
I nodded. “So wet.”
“Are you aching for me to touch you?”
Oh God. I wasn’t going to last long. “So ready,” I said, breathless.
“Good. Now turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
Swiveling around, I did as I was told, gripping the edge. His hands were fast, practiced.
Unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping, sliding them down my hips.
He was exposing me, and my muscles tightened.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body. Not in the least. But with each inch he revealed, I was keenly aware that my friend was seeing me in a new way, just like he’d seen inside my mind when he read the list. Now he’d be seeing my body fully. All my skin, all my flesh.
No one had.
No man had ever taken my clothes off before.
In seconds, my jeans hit my calves, and I tried to step out of them. “No,” he growled. “Leave them right there.”
He kicked the inside of my right ankle, then my left, spreading me as far as I could go with my jeans pooled at my legs. Like a restraint. Like I had imagined.
He rose, humming. “Your ass. Your fantastic ass. I bet it’s as luscious as I’ve imagined it was so many damn times,” he said, cupping my cheeks over my panties.
Reality slammed into me. He’d thought about my bare ass before? And I had the answer to the question I’d asked myself moments ago— had that desire been there before or had I unleashed it in one night?
This wasn’t the first time he’d thought about me like this. I wasn’t a new notion to him, and quite possibly he’d been craving me for some time.
My head didn’t know what to make of this new intel, but my body did—my skin sizzled. My heart slammed harder against my chest, an insistent, demanding rhythm of lust and longing.
Adam wanted me, had wanted me for a while, and I liked his desire.
I liked everything he was doing to me tonight too.
He slid my panties down to my ankles, leaving them there with my jeans. And leaving me half-naked before him in my kitchen. Exposed, wet, needy.
And waiting.