I wait for his next move. I hear him rustle around in his room, and I decide that I should use some mouthwash really quickly. I skip to my bathroom and swish some mouthwash, spitting it out just as he gently knocks on my door. I can feel my heart racing as I stride over to our connecting door and swing it open. He’s breathing heavily, like he just ran a marathon, and he has a wild look in his eyes. He’s still wearing the same thing from dinner, though his shirt is unbuttoned slightly, revealing some chest hair. As he runs his hand nervously through his hair, he stares at me, and I feel my whole body burning.
He comes into my room and shuts the door behind him.
“Nicholas Wilder… I thought you had a rule about guys in my room,” I tease, trying to diffuse the tension.
“Love never follows the rules,” he says gruffly, and he rushes forward and grabs me, pulling me into him roughly and connecting his lips with mine instantly. Suddenly, I’m floating.
Kissing Nick is like everything everyone says about kissing, all thrown into one. It’s everything—fireworks, spinning, butterflies, tongues, lips, and hands flying. I feel Nick take my face with one hand and pull my waist into him with the other hand, and that hand goes lower, lifting me up by my buttocks. His kiss deepens, and his tongue in my mouth makes me feel like I’m putty in his arms, probing and exploring. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now. I’m his for the taking. The hand on my face moves to the back of my head, and my arms pull him in even closer. I grip his shirt tightly with my fists, and he nibbles on my lip with his teeth. I groan out loud.
How in the world is this going to stay just a kiss?
I know it’s for the best that we only kiss. I know that. But right now, as our bodies move in sync and my hands are discovering every inch of his hard body, I want more. My body craves more. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, and I groan out loud again.
I cannot take this anymore.
“If you keep making noises like that, I’m going to have to take you right here, right now,” he says brusquely, and my whole body throbs. I look into his eyes, and they’re… intense. Confused and concerned, but also alive and passionate. Like he doesn’t know how he can possibly feel this way about me. He crushes his mouth against mine again, and his sweet breath sends an electric current through my entire body.
I brush my hand through his tangled hair, and my rapid heartbeat seems to make it hard to breathe. I can tell Nick wants more… I want more… and I start to slowly walk back to the bed. I feel Nick resisting, but I don’t care. I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Evi…” he rasps, kissing me lightly along my mouth. “I want to make love to you properly. Not here,” he says, and the disappointment he must feel tinges his words. I must not care, or at least my body doesn’t care, because I feel myself start to unbutton his shirt.
I. Can’t. Help. Myself. Anymore.
“Nick…” I whisper, running my hands underneath his shirt.
The door creaks, and suddenly Bria is standing in the doorway, wearing her pajamas and looking confused.
“Daddy?” she says, eyeing Nick and then me.
We pull away instantly, and Nick clears his throat.
“Hey, sweetie,” he says, and he walks over to her. I’m too horrified to move. “What are you doing awake? It’s pretty late,” he adds, and I realize he’s trying to cover it up. He’s acting guilty. He’s acting innocent.
I’m not sure which is getting through to Bria.
“Why were you kithing Evi?”
Oh shit.