Page 57 of Too Sweet
Theo tugs the parachute, trying to pull it off as more footsteps approach. I move Mia to my side, my mind all over the place. Even though I’m the biggest asshole, I want that sweet mouth of hers back on mine so much it feels like I’m walking against the strongest blizzard, fighting not to kiss her.
I’m shaking, but that might be because I’m mad at Mia, myself, Cody, and karma.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her cheeks deliciously pink, lips even plumper—swollen frommykisses.
She doesn’t sound like she means it. I should apologize too, but I definitely wouldn’t mean it, so I don’t.
Besides, it’s Cody who deserves an apology, not her.
Theo pulls the parachute away, and the first person I see is the one with a metaphorical knife in his back. He’s smiling. And it feels like he’s kicking me when I’m already down.
“You jumped!” Cody cheers, dragging Mia to her feet. “I’m so proud of you! Did you like it? Was it fun?”
“The scariest and happiest moment of my life.” Mia beams and then turns to me. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
I can’t even be mad at her for not feeling guilty about kissing me. She and Cody aren’t together. I’m the one to blame. I’m the asshole here.
She’s innocent. Oblivious to Cody’s feelings.
Theo grips my arm, hauling me up while Conor and Colt help Mia out of her harness.She moves her attention to me, and the piercing gaze of those emerald greens peels all the layers protecting my mind. Skin, soft tissue, and bone. And she’s there... where I don’t want her. In my head. Holding every thought hostage at gunpoint.
I storm past them all to get the hell away from her before I knock Cody unconscious, fling the little girl over my shoulder, and make a fucking run for it.
SIXTEEN
Mia
THE MINUTE CODY DROPS ME OFF HOME, I lock myself in my bedroom.
Nico hasn’t said a word to me since Theo pulled the parachute off, and I have no idea what to make of it. He’s hot and cold, pulling like he wants me, then pushing like he doesn’t want to want me. It feels like a game, but I don’t know what we’re playing. I don’t know the rules or if I’m winning.
My thighs quiver whenever I recall the kiss. The lacy fabric between my legs is so wet it’s uncomfortable.
He kissed me back.
Hekissedme.
Another anxious prickle of lust elevates the need for release. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep playing with my body while thinking about Nico. It’s wrong... but it feels so right when the itch gets scratched.
I rise from the floor, stripping off my clothes to get in the shower because the family dinner is starting soon, but instead of entering the bathroom, I crawl onto my bed.
Just one last time.
My body hums with the primitive, primal thrill, my breaths coming out in shallow puffs. Just thinking about Nico’s lips urgently working with mine has me on the brink of release. The way his fingers tugged my hair and how he bit my lip, deepening the kiss... it’s as if he had a first-row seat to my deepest desires, knowing exactly what I want, what I enjoy.
I skim my hand down my stomach, jerking on the bed as I brush a ticklish spot, then sink into the pillows as I circle my clit. I’m close, poised on edge, ready to fall. God, I was coming apart at the seams when Nico was kissing me.
Is that even possible?
My mind conjures an image of him, hovering above me; his hooded, hungry eyes and tattooed chest as he drives into me, pumping in and out. I imagine him whispering in my ear, his tone low, husky, and demanding.
You’re almost there, aren’t you? Come for me, baby. Let loose.
That’s all it takes for the orgasm to hit, pressing in on me from all sides. My back arches off the bed, and my loaded moan ricochets off the walls. I picture Nico dipping his head, drinking in that moan while he prolongs my orgasm, wringing out every last bit of please until I’m deliriously overstimulated.
I don’t open my eyes, holding onto the visual for a little while. I took care of the ache, but I’ve learned that the satisfied feeling doesn’t last long. I’ll be back needing Nico’s touch in a few hours at most.
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