Chapter 19
Nicholas
When I hear Blakely’s key in the doorknob, I set a slice of pizza on each plate. She steps out of her sneakers and hangs her coat in the front closet. It takes her longer than usual. It’s almost like she’s steeling herself, preparing herself to face me. I'm pouring wine into two goblets as she steps into the kitchen.
"Hey," she says in that quiet, reserved way that brings out the dominant, protective side of me.
"Hey." I grab her by the hips and pin her body to the wall. She gasps when I lean in and steal a long, deep kiss. I've wanted to do that all day.
I pull back and she smiles at me, eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She's so beautiful.
Yep, I’ve set up candles. And wine. And soft music playing on low. Some romantic shit if I do say so myself.
I know that she said she just wants to lose her virginity, to get it over with. But I want it to be special for her. I want tonight to be a night she never forgets. So, I did my research and the look in her eye tells me that I may have hit the mark.
“I hope you’re hungry,” I say as I bury my face in her neck and taste her sweet skin, “I got us some dinner.”
"Dinner?" she asks, looking at the table with a subtle smile on her face.
I nod. "Yup. But after my frozen pizza disaster the other day, I realized it's a better idea if I got takeout."
She giggles, touching a tiny hand to my cheek. Blood rushes straight to my cock at the contact. And when she rises onto her toes and brushes her lips to mine, my head goes light. This girl has no idea the effect she has on me.
"I'm gonna go freshen up," she says, "be right back." I watch as she disappears down the hall. She’s only gone a few minutes but it feels like an eternity. I literally have a catalogue of things I want to do to her body tonight. And I can hardly wait another minute. Every second that I’m not inside of her is painful.
When she comes back, I pull her chair out and watch her sink gracefully into the seat.
"You look amazing, Blakely." She always does but tonight she looks absolutely angelic in her white blouse with lacy accents. I can't wait to get her out of it, though, to expose all of her milky flesh to me. I can’t wait to pull off the elastic in her hair and watch it tumble around her shoulders in a sea of fiery waves. I can't wait to see those soft lips locked around my shaft.
Her gaze flitters down to the plate in front of her. "Thank you," she says modestly. The girl just doesn't know how gorgeous she is.
"Is pizza okay? You aren't some health nut who has something against pizza, are you?"
She laughs. I love making her laugh, seeing her peek that pretty head out of her shell. "Not a chance. When it comes to pizza, the diet book goes out the window."
"Good."
I watch her take a bite. Her eyes shut as she savors it and she makes a tiny little sound that stirs something in the core of my stomach. I almost jump across the table and pull her into my arms when her tongue darts out to lap up the sauce smeared on the corner of her mouth. She glances up and sees me watching her. Her eyes immediately go shy.
"How was your day?" I ask before her self-consciousness has a chance to take over and drag her back into her shell.
She looks at me like she has a million things she wants to tell me. Instead she just says, "Good." She offers a small grin. "How was yours?"
"Good." My eyes flicker down to her shirt. The way her breasts peek out the top of the lace is almost too much. "I thought about you today…" I confess softly.
Even in the candlelight, I can see her cheeks deepen in color. "I thought about you, too. A lot." My heart picks up speed when she says, "I'm excited for tonight."
This girl is going to kill me. "Tell me, what are you so excited for?"
Her lips twitch. "Don't make me say it..." she begs.
I hold her gaze. She looks hypnotized. "Say it. Tell me you're excited to feel my cock inside of you. Tell me."
"Nicholas..."
"Say it."
She pulls in a hard breath. "I'm excited to feel your cock inside of me."
I grin wide as the bastard twitches victoriously in my pants.
But Blakely isn't finished. "My pussy is wet from thinking about it all day," she whispers.
Taken aback by her admission, I sit in stunned silence for a moment. "Shit..." I mutter under my breath.
She seems to enjoy my reaction. "I've been squeezing my legs shut this whole time trying to get my cunt to stop spasming. But it's not working." She leans across the table causing her breasts to spill forward. "I really need you to touch me there," she breathes.
I shift in my seat, not sure how much more I can restrain myself. "Careful now, Blakely. "
She seems emboldened by my reaction. "You're the one who always tells me to be direct," she says with a shaky voice and mischief in her eyes. "I need your cock, Nicholas. I need you to pop my cherry."
Fuck the pizza.
I can't wait any longer. I leap out of my chair and go around to her. She yelps when I scoop her out of the chair and into my arms. "Are you done tormenting me, you little tease? Because things are about to get very serious in this house."
A carefree laugh shoots past her lips as she tosses her head back. "I'm ready, " she says and swipes her wine goblet off the table.
Like a caveman on a mission to claim what’s mine, I stomp down the hall to my bedroom.