“No?”
“No. Lily . . . I’ve always wanted to know you.” It was as truthful as he could be. He wished he could tell her that he’d fallen for her last May when her email first hit his inbox.
Her eyes widened at his words. She inched closer and Nick did as well. His hand felt warmer under hers. He lifted it and gently kissed her knuckles. He wanted to feel his lips against her mouth, the rest of her body. The air suddenly felt thick and wired, like anything could happen. Lily stared at him, mesmerized as his hand slid down the slope of her side and rested against her hip. His hand was on fire. She moved closer again, pressing up against him. He felt the softness of her breasts against his chest and he grew hard as his fingers spread out against her hip. His mouth went dry and all he could think was that he had to kiss her. He leaned down, his lips hovering above hers, and he hesitated because he wanted this, but he had to know that she wanted it too. He was breathing heavily, the question hanging in between them. In the end, they met halfway, drawn to each other like magnets.
The kiss was slow and sweet, like they were both giving the other a chance to stop if they wished. When Lily didn’t back away, Nick pulled her flush against his body. Her hands gripped his biceps and the kiss deepened, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Nick’s hand wandered to her ass and he palmed it, bringing her even closer, leaving no space between them. Lily lifted her leg, hitching it over Nick’s hip, and his hands roamed up the back of her shirt, touching her hot skin. His lips trailed from her mouth down her neck, featherlight, then deeper, sucking, loving the taste of her skin against his tongue. Lily moaned, and her hips rocked against his. He felt her brush against his hardness, and every single thought left his brain. He wanted her so badly.
He lifted her so that she was straddling him. He slowly kissed her breasts through her shirt and she moaned softly, reaching for the hem of her T-shirt. Nick held his breath, preparing to pray at the altar of her beautiful breasts when something vibrated by his head, startling him.
It was Lily’s phone with a text alert from Violet.
Tomcat won’t go to sleep! He keeps walking around and meowing because he misses you. Eddy and I have an early flight. Please, how do I make him stop???
“Sorry,” Lily hissed, reaching past him and grabbing her phone.
Nick scrambled to stand. His breath was coming in heavy spurts. Lily’s lips were swollen from kissing. Her curls were in disarray. She looked at Nick and her eyes lowered. He glanced down at his very obvious erection. What the fuck had he just done?
“No, I’m sorry,” he said.
Lily froze. “What?”
“I—fuck, Lily. Please, you have to know that I want nothing more than this, but we can’t. I can’t—”
“You don’t have to finish,” she said, holding up her hand. She fixed her shirt and brushed her hair away from her face. “I know you have your thing about commitment and you don’t want to get involved in anything serious with me.”
“It’s more than that,” he said quietly. “You deserve better than me. So much better. I’m not good enough for you.”
She didn’t say anything, simply looked at him. He felt so fucking unworthy of her in that moment.
Finally, she said, “I don’t think that’s true, but if that’s how you feel . . . okay then.”
Nick swallowed. “I should go back in the living room.”
Lily nodded. “Okay.”
Silently, he left her room and shut the door behind him. He walked past her sleeping cousins, sat in the armchair and stared up at the ceiling. Was it possible for him to ever not fuck things up?
In the morning, he took an early train before Lily woke up. And he tried not to think about how it had felt to feel her pulse beating beneath his fingertips.
14
Lily should have been paying attention to the acquisitions meeting that was taking place before her. She sat on the outskirts of the conference table along with the rest of the assistants and junior-level staff, as Edith pitched the next book that she hoped to sign up to Christian Wexler, the president of their division, and the heads of Marketing, Publicity and Sales. The book was a memoir about one woman’s experience working as the assistant to the famous primatologist Jane Goodall at the beginning of her career during the early 1960s.
With notebook and pen in hand, Lily was supposed to be ready to write down any feedback gained during this meeting, but her mind was miles from the assigned task.
She was too busy thinking about Nick.
She hadn’t heard from him since last Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning. He’d left her parents’ house by the time she’d woken up. She hadn’t been surprised necessarily, given the look on his face after they’d kissed. He liked her. She knew that now. The way he’d kissed her was proof enough. She’d felt so close to him after he’d opened up to her about his family, and she’d been seconds away from ripping her top off and risking it all before Violet had texted her about Tomcat. But Nick was too afraid or unwilling to give them a fair chance. He was determined to fight his feelings for her.
You deserve better than me. So much better.
What did he even mean by that? What, in his opinion, would be better? He respected her, and he made her laugh. He was kind and cared about what she had to say. She felt like she could be herself around him. He’d navigated her family with ease, and, for goodness’ sake, he’d made cupcakes for her parents’ birthday party! Those were the things that were important to her.
Did he think of Lily as a princess living in an ivory tower? That he needed to be perfect in order to be worthy of her? She liked him exactly as he was. But he had such a low opinion of himself. Nothing that he’d shown her resembled the things he’d told her about his father and grandfather, but for some reason, he felt as though turning out like them was inevitable. She wished she could convince him otherwise, but she also knew that Nick was a grown man and he’d need to come to that realization himself. She thought that a relationship with Nick could work, but she knew better than to wait around for him to change his mind and see their potential. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t get caught up with Nick, and now look! She’d made a fool of herself again.
The best thing to do here was put distance between herself and Nick until she felt like she could be around him and legitimately think about only friendship.