Page 45 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
There’s a variety of both healthy snacks and junk food, mostly chocolate. We both opt for unhealthy snacks. I take the glass container of homemade chocolate chip cookies she’d made and she grabs the glass jar of Hershey kisses plus two water bottles.
“You’re the most organized person I’ve ever met. I don’t know anyone who keeps their food in glass containers,” I say as we bring our snacks back to the living area.
She laughs. “Yeah, I’m a bit of a neat-freak. I like things organized. It helps me be productive.”
We settle back on the sofa, me stretching my legs on the chaise section with a big pillow at my back, and her sitting close, but not too close, with her legs curled up on the sofa under a blanket and a pillow tucked into her side. I probably shouldn’t, but I want her closer to me. I can’t figure out if she feels anything for me. I still don’t know if I’m who she was writing about in her pages and I don’t know if I’m misinterpreting what feels to me like chemistry between us. I’m so used to women being attracted to me, but with Destiny, I have no idea. Sometimes I think she might be because of how she reacts when we’re close, but then other times, it’s like she resists me. I can’t figure her out.
Snacks in hand, we resume our binge-watching.
Destiny
When I open my eyes, Nicco’s arms are wrapped around my feet, cradling them like a stuffed animal. Carefully, I stretch my arm to get my phone off the coffee table to see what time it is. I tap my phone and 6:18 lights on the screen. Resting my head on the pillow, I gaze up at the seashell chandelier and quietly sigh.
Though I still think he’s a playboy, I’m seeing a different side of him that I didn’t expect. He was so sweet with that little girl yesterday. And when I had my panic attack, the way he took care of me blew me away. He’s inching into my heart.
Feeling gross from not having brushed my teeth or washed my face last night, I cautiously slip my feet out from his arms. He stirs a bit and I freeze, staring at him. I can’t believe he’s here, in my house, on my sofa, asleep. Damn, he’s gorgeous.Cut it out.
I quietly sneak upstairs and get a shower. As the water washes over my body, my thoughts immediately go to Nicco — naked, stepping into the shower behind me. Squirting body wash into his hands, he rubs them together and starts washing my back. With his soapy hands around my waist, he slides them up my back then around my shoulders, massaging my neck with his thumbs. Sliding his hands back down, he grazes the sides of my breasts with his fingers. When he reaches my waist again, he applies delicate pressure, and slides his hands slowly up, grazing my breasts again. I tingle between my legs.
As he glides his hands back down, he moves them around to my stomach, then down my inner thighs. His hands feel so good on me. My body arches in response and he groans as my butt presses into him. He roams again with his large hands, back around my waist, up the sides of my body, around to my breasts. Then, taking my arms in each hand and sliding his sudsy hands up them as he raises them above my head, he places my hands against the wall. Holding my hands above my head with one hand, he slides the other back down my body and around my waist then tugs me into him. I gasp, feeling how hard he is against my skin.
His mouth is at my ear. “Don’t move,” he whispers.
He squeezes more body wash into his hands and touches me, circling my butt cheeks with his slippery hands. He encases my waist with his arm, sliding his other hand between my cheeks. Slowly, he glides both hands up my arms still above my head, wrapping them around my wrists. I feel him move behind me, sliding himself gently between my butt cheeks, up and down, up and down. Tilting my head back, I let out a hushed moan as my breathing increases.
He returns his mouth to my ear. “Spread your legs for me, mia dolce ragazza.” His whisper shoots straight between my legs.
I do.
“Don’t move your arms,” he says in a low growl.
He slips his hands down my body again, one hand grabbing my opposite breast, the other sliding between my legs. I squirm. He reaches his hand up to the water, rinsing off the suds. Still holding my body against his with his other arm, he inserts his finger into me, staying shallow. Sliding it out, he rubs the nub at the top of my slit. Inserting again, he goes deeper, then back out, massaging my nub. I release a whimper. He slides his length between my cheeks again, pressing my abdomen in and down, tilting me against him, groaning.
This time, he slips two fingers into me, dragging them out, and sliding them in. He quickens his pace then stops, rubbing my nub and sliding himself between my cheeks. Back in with two fingers, he slides them deeper, groaning louder. My heart races, I pant as he slides his fingers in and out of me faster. Each time he stops to rub my nub, my frenzy heightens. He plunges his fingers deep, stroking inside me. Pounding the wall with my hands, I release a squeak. He’s relentless in giving me pleasure, thrusting his fingers in and out.
“Will you come for me, Destiny?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I say, between pants.
He pulls me against him, guiding my arms so my hands can reach his trap muscles. Pressing my body against his, he thrusts two fingers back inside me, ruthlessly pulsing in and out with one hand and massaging my nub with the other, waiting for me to come undone.
Tension builds inside me, my breaths rapid. The faster he moves, the louder I moan. I dig my nails into his muscles and he focuses fully on my nub, massaging at the perfect speed and pressure. My back arches in response.
“Yes, mia dolce ragazza, come for me.”
My entire body explodes with tingling ecstasy as my walls pulse and contract. My clenching thighs squeeze around his hand still between my legs. I fall forward and, as my knees weaken, he slides one arm across my torso and the other around my stomach, holding me against him.
My fingers are pruney from standing under the shower for so long. I calm myself down from my fantasy and finish my shower.Holy hell.
Hair still wet and no makeup on, I open the bathroom door and smell coffee. How am I going to look him in the eye and not tingle between my legs?
