I twist to look at Nico when the vehicle stops. He shifts into park and depresses the button to shut the garage door.
“We’re home,” he says unnecessarily.
“I know.”
“Looks like the security team is in place for the night.”
Malachi has insisted the team remain on duty any time we’re at the house, despite having a state-of-the-art security system installed. It pissed me off at first, but now, with more than just myself and Nico to think about, it’s… comforting.
“That’s good.”
“C’mon, let’s get inside.”
Nico gets out of the car and comes around to open my door. He takes my hand and tucks it under his arm. It hits me just now: I’ve changed. Where before I would have balked at chivalry, now I welcome it. I would have sliced a fucker up for daring to treat me like I can’t do things for myself.
Nico has changed me. I wait for the panic to crawl up my spine, but it doesn’t.
The door lock engaging startles me, and I flinch.
“What is it?” Nico asks, concern etched in his expression.
“Nothing.”
Nico tosses his keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter and kicks off his shoes. He kneels down in front of me and slowly, reverently, takes my heels off, kissing the arches of my feet after each one.
As he stands, he trails his fingertips up the insides of my legs, hiking my dress up as he does. When the material bunches around my waist, he pushes me back toward the wall with his hips and lifts the dress over my head. After dropping it to the floor, he unhooks the front closure of my lace bra and pushes the straps off my shoulders.
“I’m going to love on every inch of your body, right here against the wall,” he growls. “And when I’m done, I’m going to carry you upstairs and draw you a bath, which we’re both going to enjoy.”
“Mmm,” I purr, my thighs clenching at the thought.
He nibbles on my bottom lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue. Nico slides his hands into the waistband of my thong and shoves the lace over my hips. He drags them down my legs, his mouth following in their wake. He repeats his path from earlier, stopping at the apex of my thighs.
Burying his nose in my curls, he breathes in deeply. “Your smell does wicked things to me,cuore mio.”
I try to force myself closer to his mouth, but he tsks and grips my hips to hold me in place.
“Stand there and be patient,” he commands, his tone husky.
“I can’t,” I cry. “I need you.”
“I know you do. Trust me to give you what you need.”
Nico flattens his tongue on my clit, causing me to buck wildly. He expertly works the bundle of nerves until I’m barely able to hold myself upright. My legs shake and my knees buckle, but he doesn’t let me fall.
Instead, he shoves two fingers into my pussy, and the added sensation sends me flying high. I moan out my release until I worry my voice will be lost to the pleasure. My muscles relax, more and more as I float back down to Earth, but still, Nico doesn’t completely stop.
He keeps his tongue flattened against my skin as he stands, licking my arousal up my body to my lips. I suck his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss, primal in my need to taste what he does to me.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against my lips.
Nico slides his wet fingers in to replace his tongue, and I lick them clean. My eyes lock on his while I savor my juices and my hands work the buttons on his shirt and then his pants. I clumsily strip him, grateful when his cock springs free between us.
I jump up, giving Nico no choice but to catch me. I wrap my legs around his waist and, using the wall as leverage, maneuver until I’m able to impale myself on his dick. Nico rests his forehead against mine.
“This wasn’t the plan,” he says, his jaw tight.
“Seems we’re both good at changing the plan.”