Chapter Twelve | Talia

Warning: sexual content up ahead 🙈

As far as nights goes, this was the last way I expected my night to end. I cast a look down at my lap where Nick has one hand securely on my thigh. He's here. He's really here with me right now. I can still feel his lips on mine, still taste him on my tongue and remember the way his body felt pressed against mine. I pictured out first kiss more times than I'm willing to admit, but nothing could prepare me for the sheer electricity I felt when our lips touched. It was like live wires underneath my skin whenever I think about the way he felt.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Nick asks, and I turn my head to look at him before answering.

He looks hot tonight in a pair of black boots, black jeans, a solid black t-shirt underneath a black bomber jacket and his hair is that sexy kind of messy that tells me he's ran his fingers through it more than a few times tonight.

I shake my head, feeling silly. It wasn't like that was my first kiss. I shouldn't be replaying it in head like some kind of movie.

"Just thinking about the kiss." I admit, sheepishly.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment you sat down across from me in the diner." Nick admits, only partly surprising me.

I grin. "I know. I caught you looking at my lips a few times."

Nick squeezes my thighs in response and chuckles softly. "Can you blame me?"

I giggle in response. "It's okay. I may have check you out a couples times too." And how could I not? He came into my diner looking like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot with his dress shirt pushed to the elbow, his hair perfectly combed and smelling like the ocean.

A few minutes later, we're pulling up to white iron gates where a woman dressed in a security uniform says hi to Nick and waves him through. Of course he lives in a gated community.

We drive for another minute, making a right at the stoplight before driving to the last house at the end of the cul de sac. It's a breathtaking grey cobblestone and solid wood home that's two stories tall. Nick parks inside the two car garage before killing the ignition and climbing out the car.

I allow him to entwine our fingers as he leads us out of the garage and into the main  house, past the spacious great room, and into the kitchen which held granite counters, stainless steel appliances, and large cabinets.

"You want some water?" Nick offers as he walks over to the fridge.

I shake my head. "No, thanks."

"Talia," He warns.

"I'm not drunk," I argue. "I got pulled out of the club before I could get that far." He studies me for a moment before taking a water bottle for himself out of the fridge and walking back over to me. "Your house is beautiful."

"Thank you." He twists the cap off his water bottle and takes a huge sip.

"So..."

This is awkward. I'd been expecting a lot more kissing and nakedness to be happening right now.

"So...?" Nick repeats, arching a brow at me while a teasing smile plays on his lips.

"Why did you bring me here Nick?" I cross my arms against my chest and watch as he begins to stroll out of his kitchen.

"I told you I didn't like those men staring at you." Nick answers.

"They wanted to do a lot more than just stare at me Nick." I say, following him out into his living room.

Nick stops walking and turns to glare at me. "Watch it."

"You're unbelievable." I sneer at him. "You make this big deal about other men staring at me, kiss me, and bring me back here and for what? To play some cards? Help you grade some papers?" I taunt. "Is this what you do with the girls you bring home from bars? If it is I feel very sorry for them." I tell him before stalking past him to head for the door. I wasn't going to stay here and feed his ego because he was jealous. If he wants me- which it's obvious he does- he's going to have to prove it. No more cat and mouse game.

I almost successfully walk past him when Nick grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop and spins me around to face him. He's glowering at me, his eyes are dark and hungry and it sends a shiver down my spin.

"You want to know what I do with the woman I take home?" Nick asks before leaning towards my ear and whispering, "I make them scream my name."

I barely have time to react before Nick crashes his lips against mine. His lips are hot and demanding, causing me to almost stumble back from the sheer pressure of it. A gasp escapes my lips when he lets go of my arm and scoops me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, a low moan escaping my lips when I feel his length pressed against my belly.

I can feel Nick walking us but I don't pull away to find out where. Moments later, I feel something cool and soft underneath me which feels like a couch. I run my fingers along his back before inching his shirt up and Nick finally tears his lips from mine and slides his shirt over his head. I bite down on my lip as I take in his muscles. He's all tight, taunt, and tan skin with an obvious six pack and delicious V that disappears into the waistband of his jeans.

"I love this dress, but I think it will look better on the floor, don't you?" Nick ask me and I can only nod my head, still a little dazed with how gorgeous he is.

Nick chuckles as if he can read my thoughts before he reaches down for the hem of my dress and I lift myself up so it's easier to slide over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties and matching lace bra.

My breath hitches as he runs his hands up my calves and thighs before he pushes me back down on the couch and kissing me until I forget my own name. I can feel him moving between my legs, spreading them wide apart. His fingers reaches behind my back and with expert skills he unclaps my bra and tosses it to the ground.

"You're beautiful." He tells me before pulling one nipple into his mouth. My mouth drops open but no sounds come out. "Lift." He orders me and I'm only half aware that he's talking about my hips so I lift them up enough for him to pull my panties down my leg before they join my bra on the floor.

Nick releases my nipple before standing up from the couch and I watch as he toes off his boots shoves his jeans and boxers off. He's... huge.

I meet his gaze to find him smirking and I can't blame him. He has every right to be cocky because he's a masterpiece.

I clench my thighs together imagining how he's going to feel inside of me and I can't wait. "Not yet baby." He tells me and before I can pout like a two year old, Nick hovers over me again but this time he's at eye level with the space between my legs.

I gasp as he runs a finger through my wet folds.

"Jesus, you're so wet." He growls before he lowers his mouth.

"Nick!" I scream as he begins to devour me, gently flicking my clit with his tongue. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold his head down which causes him to growl and his movements more frantic.

I can feel my body tremble before I explode on his tongue, screaming his name.

"You taste so fucking sweet baby." He tells me before bringing his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself. "Like cherries." He tells me before he reaches down between us and grab his cock in his hands, positioning himself at my entrance, sliding through my folds before filling me in one hard thrust. "Fuck."

He groans when he realizes what just happened.

"You're a virgin?" His eyes widen.

I nod my head then bring my legs to wrap around his waist so he wouldn't think of stopping. "I'll try to be gentle." He whispers before capturing my lips in a sweet kiss.

Then he starts to move. Nick pulls out til he's almost out completely before thrusting back in, making my back arch. His strokes are slow and rhythm gentle and I can tell he's doesn't want to hurt me. I bring my hands up to his face, stroking his jaw and he turns his head to kiss my fingers before leaning his forehead against mine.

The same overwhelming sensation begins to take over my body and I know I'm close to the edge. He thrust a few more time, hitting my g-spot and I let go, crying out his name.

Nick thrust a few times before pulling out and I feel something warm and sticky on my navel.

There's soft brush against my lips before he's burning his head into my the nape of my neck.

I run my fingers through his damp hair as I try to catch my breath.

"Wait here." Nick orders before kissing my shoulder. He lifts his body off of mine and the cool air that hits my belly causes me to shiver. I shut my eyes, taking a moment to allow my body to come back down to earth when I feel the dampness of wet towel on my thighs and navel. I finally open my eyes and I see Nick, still shirtless but he's now wearing his boxers to my dismay.

"I didn't wear a condom." He tells me.

Shit. I didn't even think about that.

"But I'm clean, I swear. I get checked regularly and I haven't had sex since the summer." He tells me, easing some of my worries.

"I believe you." I tell him, running my fingers over his jaw.

"Come on," He holsters me into his arms bridal style as if I weigh nothing more than a pillow. "We're going to get you into bed and you're going to tell me how the hell you're still a virgin."

I wrap my arms around his neck while he takes us up a flight of stairs and walks into a bedroom. When the scent of fresh linen and sandalwood greets my nose I know it's his room. Once we're under the sheets, Nick pulls me close and wraps his arms around me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His question breaks the silence.

"I didn't know we'd end up here and when things got started I was afraid you'd stop." I admit.

"You damn right I would've stopped right. I don't deserve to be your first." His bristles. "How was that even possible? You're too beautiful. I'm sure guys are always trying to be with you." He says.

"None that I've ever wanted." I confess. "There times where I was tempted and I had a boyfriend my junior year, but I wasn't ready and I just knew he wasn't the one."

"But I am?"

I run my fingers down his chest instead of answering. "There was a connection the moment we met. You felt it right?"

"Of course I did."  Nick kisses the top of my head. "Of course." Nick holds me tighter against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat lulls me to sleep and for the first time in forever, I felt safe when I closed my eyes at night.

•••

My eyes slowly flutter before shooting open when I realize I have no idea where I am. I take in the dark furniture and inhale the familiar intoxicating scent before memories of last night floods through my mind. I pull the sheets up with me as I sit up in bed, turning my head to see the other side of the bed empty.

I step out of bed and walk over to the room with door ajar, assuming it's the bathroom and sure enough it is. The flight turn on automatically when I step in and I blink a few times before focusing on my reflection in the large mirror above the sink. I don't know why I half expected to look different but I still look the same. I look over myself, my hair hangs se in the ponytail I put it in last night and I pull the hair tie out of my hair since it was hanging on by a thread. There's a little soreness down there but other than that, I feel fine.

My lips spread into a smile as I think about last night. I've heard some people say their first time was terrible because usually the guy is inexperienced but that definitely wasn't the case with Nick. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to make me feel good.

Before I could let my mind wander how exactly he became so skilled, I turn on the faucet and rise my mouth out with water and shake some mouth wash in my mouth as well since I don't have a toothbrush here and I don't feel comfortable going through his stuff to search for an extra toothbrush. Deciding I look good enough given the circumstances, I walk out the bathroom wondering where the hell Nick could've gone.

I hope he wasn't regretting last night. My stomach turns at the thought. I definitely didn't regret it. Nick made my first time special. And even if last night was all we'd ever have, I would always cherish last night.

The sound of a door opening captures my attention and I turn my head just in time to see Nick walk through.

I stopped breathing. He's shirtless, only adorning a pair of black sweatpants and his feet are encased in a pair of black sneakers. Glancing at the sweat the shines on his chest, it's obvious he's been working out.

I was right about last night. He has a six pack and right now I want to lick every drop of sweat trickling down on them.

"Good morning." He greets me, breezing into the room with ease.

"Morning." I say, feeling shy. I'm standing in his room completely naked and unlike last night, I don't have the influence of drinks to make me brave. "Um, do you mind bringing me my dress or letting me borrow your shirt?"

"Why?" He strolls over to me, invading my senses. "You don't need them." And before I can ask him why, he's snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me into him just as his mouth crashes against mine.

I moan into his mouth, his tongue sweeps in, and immediately our togues do a dance for dominance. He growls, forcing me to give him control and I store that information in the back of my mind for later use.

The kiss is hot and wild and without either of us pulling away, Nick lifts me up from the ground, my legs instantly snaking around his waist as he leads us over and drops me onto his bed.

"Hey Nick," I say in between kisses.

"Yeah?"

"Don't be gentle this time."