Men were simple creatures. Give us a nice, tight, warm place to put our dicks, and we were going to cum, guaranteed.
Women, not so much.
You could be ramming your dick too deep to be healthy inside a woman’s body, but if her mind was on the kids, bills…hell, even the goddamn dishes and, odds were, she wasn’t going to be cumming anywhere. Women were more complex than men were, and they needed their minds, as well as their bodies, stimulated to truly become caught up in the rapture of love making. Any man who didn’t know this was a fool. And any man who thought his woman wasn’t faking it when the house was dirty, the kids were being horrible, or when her workday sucked, was even a bigger fool.
Women faked that shit all the time to spare our fragile egos.
However, since I only slept with club groupies who just wanted sex, I’m fairly sure I always delivered. Though, I could still be wrong. Women were way cleverer than men gave them credit for, and it was my ego, and my ego only, that was keeping a scorecard on the matter.
“And before that?” Mia asked.
“Mia, I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I told her. “The rules were simple. We could sleep with whoever we wanted, whenever and however we wanted, but if we got her pregnant, we were expected to step up or a meeting with Luca was arranged.” I shook my head. “There was no way I was putting myself in that line of fire. I even got tested once I made my decision about you. I’d never hurt you like that.”
She looked annoyed and I knew it was because we were discussing my sexual past. Mia wanted to be safe, but she was also becoming jealous.
I liked that.
“If you don’t want to do this-”
“No, it’s not that,” she grumbled. “I just…I’m about to experience something new with you and it…it kind of sucks that, while I’m going to be caught up in all these new experiences, it’s going to be business as usual for you.” I was touched by her honesty and vulnerability, but it was unnecessary.
I dropped my forehead on hers. “Mia, everything we do tonight will be new for the both of us,” I told her, praying she believed me.
“How do you figure?”
“Because this is the first time I’ll be doing all those things with someone I’m in love with,” I replied.
Chapter 8
Mia~
Nico Rossi just told me he’s in love with me.
Holy shit.
I knew it sounded crazy to believe him when we didn’t even know each other, but reality hit me hard when I realized he did know me. He was just waiting for me to catch up.
Well, I was catching up, dammit.
“I want this off,” I declared as I reached for the hem of his shirt. “I want it all off.”
Nico let out a surprised chuckle and tried to grab my hands. “Mia, wait-”
I shook my head. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now. Even if it made me a fool, I believed every word he said. I had already planned on sleeping with him, but when he claimed abstinence because it would have felt like cheating, well, that’s when I knew I was going to hand over my virginity to him on a silver platter.
“I want you, Nico,” I announced, cutting him off. “I want you now.”
“Mia, baby,” he hurried out. “I’m not going to take your virginity in the goddamn kitchen.”
“Oh, yes you are,” I countered, still grabbing at the hem of his shirt.
“Mia-”
I leaned forward, and even though it was still a bit of a stretch because he was so tall, I was able to capture his lips in mine and shut him the hell up. Nico growled and his hands found their way to my hips. His grip was punishing, but that’s what I wanted.
I wanted uninhibited loss of control.
I pulled back and Nico finally let me pull his shirt over his head and I almost swallowed my tongue.
He looked like carved goddamn marble.
“Oh, Sweet Jesus,” I breathed.
“Christ, Mia,” Nico said, “if you keep looking at me like that, slow, sweet, and loving are going to be tossed out the window.”
I dragged my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted chest, and left shame and coyness at the door. “I don’t want slow, sweet, and loving,” I blurted. “I want you to take me, Nico.”