in prayer. The poor man looked pained, but I was beyond caring at this point. He was six years older than me and light years ahead of me in sexual experience, but right now, I felt like the most powerful woman on earth to have put that look on his face.
Nico Rossi wanted me.
He wanted me, and he was wrestling with doing what he felt was right and what his instincts were screaming at him to do.
I needed to push him over the edge.
I leaned forward as he was praying for Divine patience and ran my tongue up the center of his chest. My sexual experiences stopped at third base, so I knew my way around a man’s body, but I hadn’t expected my simple tongue action to garner such a violent reaction from this man.
“Goddamn it,” Nico hissed right before grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His grey eyes were swirling with a need that made me actually leak. “Is this what you want?” he growled. “Do you want me out of my goddamn mind, Mia?”
It was then, that I realized what I was trying to unleash. I was damn near out of my mind with need for this man and I only met him yesterday. Nico’s been wanting me for over a year. His lustful need for me was probably something I couldn’t comprehend at this point. Did I really want him to unleash all that for my first time?
Yes.
Yes, I fucking did.
I spread my legs wider, silently begging him to ease the ache, and answered him truthfully. “Yes,” I moaned. “I want you crazed for me.”
His lip curled in abhorrence for his obvious weakness. “I’m already crazed for you, Mia,” he replied. “I already find it hard to control myself around you. If I take you on this kitchen counter, I’m going to rip you apart.”
“Do it,” I commanded.
His eyes roamed all over my face, looking for some sort of deceit. “It’s your first time,” he stressed. “We should be in a bed, for fuck’s sake, Mia.”
“Right here, Nico,” I practically begged. “We can move to the bedroom later.”
His silver eyes narrowed. “Why?” he bit out.
“Because I want you to fuck me,” I admitted.
“Why?” he asked again, knowing there was something behind my demand.
I told him the truth. “Because, while making love is appreciated for anniversaries and special occasions, every woman wants to believe she has the power to drive her man out of his mind.”
Nico shook his head, his hand tightening in my hair. “Mia, it will hurt,” he stressed. “I will tear you if I…if I take you the way my body’s screaming for me to.”
“I don’t care,” I cried as I rub up against the hard ridge in his jeans. While Michael always wore a suit, I supposed jeans and t-shirts were Nico’s way of blending in on campus.
“I do!” he thundered. And then he made me fall instantly in love with his next words. “I have one night to convince you to give me a chance,” he fairly yelled in my face. “One fucking night to get you to fall in love with me. To let me love you. I’m not fucking that up by taking you like a common slut!”
I understood everything he was telling me. His words made sense and I should be thrilled that I met a man who wanted to do the right thing. A man who wanted to make love to me instead of making it all about him. But I wanted reassurance more than I wanted Nico to do the right thing.
I wanted Nico taking my virginity to be the best sexual experience of his life.
Locking my gaze on his, I reached for the front of his jeans and palmed his hardness. “But I want to be your slut,” I moaned.
“Sonofabitch,” he snarled, and I knew I had won.
His other hand came up and gripped my chin so hard, my jaw was on the verge of popping. “I want your word, Mia,” he hissed. “If I give you what you want, I want your word that you’re mine. You pledge yourself to me before we do this. Not afterwards. If I’m going to rip you apart and fuck you like a slut used to taking dick, then you have to commit to me beforehand.”
“Okay,” I readily agreed.
“Say the fucking words, Mia,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” I promised. “No matter what happens tonight, I’m yours tomorrow.”
“And every fucking day after that,” he insisted. “Say