His Identity

33

|Nick's POV|

Kissing Aveline feels unreal.

Maybe it's because I've wanted to do it for so long and now I'm finally doing it.

I can't get enough. It's really fucking embarrassing how hard I am right now. I'm pretty sure she can feel it, she's doing the wise thing by not commenting on it. Not that she could even if she wanted to. Her mouth is too busy being devoured by mine.

I'm kissing her like she's the breath of fresh air I've been in desperate need of. Coming to Chicago was one thing, meeting Aveline was another.

The kiss gets more and more heated as I attempt to pull her body impossibly closer to mine, my tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands are in my hair, pulling and playing. She lets out a soft gasp when I swiftly changes our position, lifting her off the ground and placing her on the counter where I previously was. Once I'm standing in between her parted thighs, I kiss her harder.

However, all those we should stop thoughts go flying out of the window when Aveline slips a hand under my shirt, her fingers brushing against my abdomen and higher. Her touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing against my entire body.

It's taking everything in me not to grab her hand and shove it lower instead to make her feel what she's really doing to me.

The bruises on my body from the fight burns when her hand presses on them making me hiss against her lips ever so lightly. Shit . She drops her hand almost immediately, our kiss breaking.

"I'm so sorry," she's quick to say, her lips pulling up into a frown. "I didn't realise—"

"— It's fine," I almost laugh at the concern stretched upon her dedicate features. It's funny how much she gives a fuck.

"Are they bad?" She ignores my words, "I could—"

"— Don't think too much about it. If you want me shirtless," I brush some loose strands of her hair away from her face, "all you have to do is ask." I allow myself to take a good look at her face and almost groan at how she's staring at me. Her lips are redder and swollen, her cheeks flushed as she tries to regulate her breathing.

She's not giving me those 'fuck me' eyes on purpose but it's there. Its really hard not to bend her over the counter and fuck her into tomorrow right here, in Carter's kitchen.

My self restraint needs to be praised right now. Or better yet, I need to be given an award.

I keep my hand on the side of her face, my thumb tracing her lower lip as she stays still, following my actions closely with her eyes.

"You've had quite an eventful day," I speak, my voice coming out kind of breathless as if I've just ran a marathon. Understandable. "You need to rest."

It takes her a few seconds to reply. Her eyes are fixed on my mouth as she nods as if under a spell, "okay." I bit my bottom lip in amusement and that seems to break her out of her trance. She blinks and snaps her eyes back to my own, "I mean, you're right. I'm rather tired."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," she repeats, clearing her throat. "I'll see you tomor— whenever I see you."

She's so fucking nervous right now and it's so damn cute. It shouldn't be. But it is.

I nod, "see you then."

"Okay," she jumps off the counter, flashes me a small timid smile before she walks away, up the stairs to her room while I stay right there, in the kitchen, my mind swirling with stupid thoughts.