Illicit

Good girl

Chapter 16.

Vain mentioned that he couldn't stop thinking about me. I couldn't stop thinking about him either.

I thought about him with every step Nick and I took back to our apartment. Every detail of him and that night crept it's way to the forefront of my thoughts. I remembered the green tattoo markings on the plane of his chest. His peculiar scent that smelled fresh and masculine. The dimple in his right cheek. The grin that played on his lips when he was ready for sex. His plump lips against mine, against my belly, my sex. The taste of strawberries and champagne on his tongue.

His voice and raw dialect that tantalized me. I missed him so much already that it hurt. It hurt so much I found myself tearing up at the thought of never seeing him again.

Of never being able to touch him again or let him touch me.

I was a wreck.
A sad
pathetic
train wreck

Because of one decision.
One night.
One man.
Sex changed everything. It changed my mindset. It altered what I once wanted and needed.

I was right to decline Vain but like a dumb ass, I changed my mind out of spite. Why had I changed my mind?

I rested my head against Nick's thigh as I watched Pretty Woman, while Nick browsed the web on his laptop.

I traced small circles on his thigh as my mind began to wander.

"How many times have you seen this movie?" Nick asked.

"Too many to count," I whispered.

"The movie ends the same no matter how many times you watch it. Why watch it over and over and over again?"

"Because Richard Gere is sexy." I chuckled knowing my fantasy crush bothered him irrationally.

"Is he?" Nick asked.

He slammed the face of his laptop down, and pushed it aside. He started tickling me until I burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"Nick?" I spluttered through giggles. "Okay? Okay? He's not that sexy," I lied as he continued to tickle me.

"That's what I thought," he said suddenly stopping.

I sat up straddling his lap. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked hoping he wasn't talking about what I think.

"You're different. You've been different since you came back from the hotel. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "No."

His face fell.

Nick felt the shift because I felt it. I stupidly thought one night wouldn't change anything but it had. The shift wasn't monumental but it was palpable.

"I'm going to bed."

I close my eyes for a second and I'm reminded of your big brown eyes, your perfect breast, your legs, your pretty pussy, your smell, your voice . . . the way you taste.

I barely know you and I miss you. How fucked up is that?

I closed my eyes trying to force away Vain's words and find sleep while vaguely aware of Nick's shallow breathing. I felt my eyes fluttering shut and then everything went dark . . .

The familiar touch of his fingers slid down my back. His lips following the invisible trail his fingers left behind. His mouth moving up my spine. His lips felt good pressing against my skin until they reached the nape of my neck. His fingers slid beneath me and cupped my sex. My eyes clenched shut as the pleasure started to overwhelm me.