Page 71 of Too Sweet
The shower starts running, and I smirk, falling back into a mass of fluffy pillows, surprised that Mia’s shyness doesn’t annoy me. I’m not used to this. The women I’ve surrounded myself with all my life are her polar opposite, but instead of the eyeroll moment I’d expect, I find Mia entirely too adorable.
I’m twenty-nine. Sex is natural. Definitely not something to fuss over, but Mia’s untouched. That makes sex a big deal.
Now that she’s mine, I don’t mind the wait. It doesn’t matter how long it’ll take before she’s ready for me. And it’s bizarre because this thing between us started with a dirty thought. I wanted her body from day one.
Now I’m all about her heart and mind.
I take a quick shower, not thrilled about wearing the same pair of boxer shorts once I’m done, but it’s either that or sleeping naked, which might not be the best idea the first night I fall asleep with my girl.
She’s still in the en suite when I sit on the bed to answer a few work-related texts. I instructed all my employees and business partners not to call me today. I guess I should’ve told them not to text either.
“Nico,” Mia utters, her voice soft, almost a whisper.
I peer up from the screen, my phone slips from my grasp, landing on the floor. She stands in the doorway, cheeks red, and damp hair over one shoulder as she toys with her rings, nervously twisting and turning.
And she’snaked.
My gaze dips to her perky breasts. They’re not big. A handful at most. Pale pink areolas almost melt into her complexion. A small beauty mark in the valley between her breasts begs me to kiss it. I glance lower, her waistline as perfect as my seared-in memory. Clean-shaved pussy, round hips, smooth legs.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” I say.
She really doesn’t. I can tell. It’s in her stance—the self-consciousness and insecurity. She knows she’s pretty when wrapped in a cute dress, but she has no idea how fucking beautiful she is dressed like Eve.
I get up, take her face in my hands, and kiss those unbe-fucking-lievable lips. I’ll never get over how full they are. How soft. I scoot her off the floor, aware I seem to do this every time I kiss her. She’s tiny. She weighs close to nothing, and having her legs wrapped around my waist is too enticing to pass on. I can’t fucking help myself, and I’m sure I’ll be carrying her arounda lot.
“Comfortable?” I ask, laying her on the bed.
“As comfortable as I can be, I guess.” She pushes her damp hair back. “This is new. A little scary.”
I trace my fingers from her neck across her collarbone and lower, touching the side of her breast. She tenses immediately, her breathing shallow. Instead of retreating, I set camp in that spot, caressing her skin until she starts to relax.
“Getting naked when you’re in the heat of the moment, working your way up to sex, is easier than what you’re doing for me now. What’s the scary part?” I move my hand lower, making her squirm when I ghost the line of her waist and hip, then slowly up again.
“I’m not sure. Not knowing whether this...” She motions to her body, “...will live up to your expectations—”
“You exceed my expectations on every corner. Your body’s not an exception, Mia.”
God, I want to suck those pink nipples. I want to trace my lips down her stomach, dive between her thighs, and lick her until she comes, moaning my name and tugging my hair. I want to know how she tastes. Sweet, I bet. Everything about her is sweet.
“Okay, I believe you. You’re comfortable around me. Now get dressed before I have a fucking aneurysm.” I dip my head, kissing her neck. “I want a taste, baby. I want you to come on my lips, but that’s not happening tonight.”
She squeezes her thighs together, pupils blown.
“You’re already soaking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been wet for you since we met,” she admits quietly. “I wasn’t far off volunteering to be your one-night-stand.”
“It could never be just one night. You’re too deep under my skin.” I dip my head even lower, kissing along her collarbones. Her pebbled nipple touches my chin, making Mia squirm beneath me. “Still comfortable?” I drop my nose between her breasts, inhaling deeply.
“Yes,” she utters on a sigh.
That does it. My restraint goes to shit. I veer off to the left and take her puckered nipple between my lips, gently grazing it with my teeth. Mia lets out a quiet, needy whimper, her fingers grasping a thick tangle of my hair.
“Good girl,” I whisper, toying with the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Don’t ever hide how I make you feel. Don’t pretend you’re not aroused when I touch you. Own it. Show me. I want to see it.” I reluctantly grab a blue night dress from where she’s laid it out on the bed, pull it down over her head, then sit up, taking her with me.
She makes herself comfortable in my lap, all the pink blush gone from her cheeks. “Close your eyes,” she whispers.
“Why?”
