Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,40
doing interesting things to the way our bodies are connected. “What? Sleep and then fuck?”
“Sleep, fuck, maybe eat something. Then do it again. And again.”
“That sounds nice.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “How long are you able to stay?”
“I think that my alibi easily covers most of the day. And even if it didn’t, I’m done with that. I don’t need to justify why I’m not in the house on a weekend. I’m an adult.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, my chest twinging.
“So tell me,” she says, sitting up again so that she’s straddling me. Neither of us have forgotten that we’re connected, which is clear from the way she squeezes me. “You claim to want to know every one of my fantasies. And now I want to know one of yours. I mean, I want to know them all. But just one for now.”
I pause and think about it. Fantasy? I don’t think there’s a thing that I haven’t imagined about Nicola and me. “There are a lot.”
“Oh?” The word is a sultry purr.
“I had four years. If you don’t think that you were the star of every single situation that I ever imagined, then you’re wrong.”
Nicola’s eyes are sparkling with pleasure and amusement. “Just tell me one.”
“I want every single one of your firsts,” I say, running my hands down her ribs and onto her ass. “Including…” I don’t waste the words; I just touch her. I let my fingers drift over the sweet rose of her ass and love the way her eyes go wide with shock.
“You want that?”
“Fuck yes. I want to have you on your hands and knees and see that pretty ass take every inch of me. You’re going to come so hard you see stars, and then you’ll know that I’m the first and only man to be inside every hole you have.” I intentionally used harsher wording than I might normally, because I want to see her blush, and she does. And her chest rises and falls faster. This is exciting to her, even if it is frightening.
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
I grin. “I know. But that’s not what you asked.”
She squeezes me again in retaliation, and I reverse our positions so that I’m on top again. Much like I was last night. I like the way her sexy little body feels underneath me. It’s easier to feel those sexy curves pressed up against me like this.
“If what you said about the restaurant…” She licks her lips, and her breath is shallow. Being in this position is affecting her too. “If that happens, what will you do? Will you stay at Thompson’s? Do you even want to be there?”
“It’s a good job,” I say. “And I do like it. Even if I do think I might be more effective if I’m not constantly distracted by fucking my girlfriend in a closet.”
She’s grinning. “I’m starting to like that closet. Though I definitely prefer the bed.”
“The bed is better. But yes, to answer your question, I think I’d probably stay. As long as you wanted to be in Leighton City, and if your father doesn’t fire me after we tell him about our relationship.”
“He better not fucking fire you,” she says, suddenly angry. “If he tries to fire you, I will read him the fucking riot act.”
I laugh, finally pulling out of and away from her for a moment. “I appreciate that, but if he reacts that badly, it will likely be easier to leave.”
Nicola sits up and wraps her arms around my waist. “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you to lose your best friend because of me.”
“I don’t think I will. But I knew that it was a risk when I came back. And I already decided that if I had to choose, that it would be you.” I turn so that I can see her more fully. “It will be you. And for the record, it will always be you. To echo the words you said to me that night, you’re it for me.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I know that she feels the words. I put an impossible amount of truth into them. I’m going to marry this woman. All that’s left is to ask. But it’s not today, I know that. “Do you want to eat something? Maybe watch a movie? Or go out to lunch?”
I can feel her smile against my skin. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says. “I’m happy