Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You flew to New York City because I kissed you?” he says, shocked. “Where are you going to go now that we had sex?”
“Canada,” I say, joking, and he laughs. “How long were you here for?”
“My plane left this morning at eight,” he says, and I look at him, shocked. “It’s coming back for me on Sunday. I figured I could give you a ride home.”
“You stayed here for me?” I ask, not sure I’m ready for the emotion that this declaration brings forth. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but what I do know is that I’m not sure I’m ready to give it a name. I don’t want to put a label on it. I don’t want to put it in any categories as of right now.
“I stayed here because you were here,” he admits. “Now, after you finish washing, I’m going to take a shower. Go to your room, pack your stuff, and check out.”
“Please,” I say, turning off the water and getting out. He hands me a towel, and when I reach for it, he pulls me to him. The towel drops to the floor, and my hands land on his bare chest.
“Get your things, Becca,” he says softly and bends his head to kiss me softly. “Please,” he whispers before letting me go and stepping into the shower.
“Fine,” I say, “but only because you said please.” I bring the towel to my mouth to hide my smile, knowing full well I would have done it anyway.
Chapter 16
Nico
“There you are,” I say to Becca when I find her in the little kitchen that the suite has. She is grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, opening it, and downing half of it in one gulp.
“Someone is dehydrated.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “The car is here.”
“Oh, good,” she says, and I take her in. I haven’t seen her since she left me in the shower. Her long hair is pinned up in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare for me to kiss it. She’s wearing white jeans that look painted on and a thick knitted brown sweater that fits her perfectly.
“That look is going to make the car wait at least thirty minutes.” She walks over to me, kissing my lips, and I know if I don’t walk away from her, it will be more than thirty minutes. I thought having her right before the car got here would lessen the pull that I have to her. To being with her.
“I’ve never seen you dressed casual,” I say. “I like it.” I put my hands around her waist. “A lot.”
“I always dress casual when I fly.” Her hands go to my waist. “And you are one to talk. Are those sneakers on your feet?” She looks down at my black Nikes, and she laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dressed down.”
“You’ve seen me naked,” I point out. “That is the most dressed down I’m going to be.”
She throws her head back and laughs, and my cock starts to stir. This weekend with her has been more than I could have ever thought it would be. It was light and easy with no fuss. There was no running out to make sure we were at the best restaurant and to be seen. We walked around the city, holding hands and making out. We spent the nights in bed or around the suite getting lost in each other. I thought after the second day, I would tire of her and want my space, but instead, I craved her touch. I craved to touch her. “Does this plane have a bedroom?”
We walk to the living room, and I pick up my bag as she rolls her suitcase to the door. “I have no idea which one I have today,” I say as we make our way down to the car.
When we pull onto the tarmac, I look at the plane. “No bedroom, but there is a living room.”
“Oh,” she says when I hold out my hand to help her out. “That’s too bad.”
“Why?” I ask, chuckling.
“The mile-high club is still empty.” She winks at me as she walks up the stairs to the plane, leaving me with my own thoughts.
I wait until the bags are loaded before walking up the steps, and I see her sitting on the couch buckled in as she reads something on her phone. “Where did you go?”
“I was trying to get my cock to come down from a salute before getting on the plane.” I look over at her, taking a seat next to her. The flight attendant closes the door and tells us we are getting ready for takeoff.
“I could have helped with that,” she says, tilting her head, knowing full well if she touches me, the last thing I’m going to be is soft. “You are no fun.”