Women faked that shit all the time to spare our fragile egos.
However, since I only slept with club groupies who just wanted sex, I’m fairly sure I always delivered. Though, I could still be wrong. Women were way cleverer than men gave them credit for, and it was my ego, and my ego only, that was keeping a scorecard on the matter.
“And before that?” Mia asked.
“Mia, I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I told her. “The rules were simple. We could sleep with whoever we wanted, whenever and however we wanted, but if we got her pregnant, we were expected to step up or a meeting with Luca was arranged.” I shook my head. “There was no way I was putting myself in that line of fire. I even got tested once I made my decision about you. I’d never hurt you like that.”
She looked annoyed and I knew it was because we were discussing my sexual past. Mia wanted to be safe, but she was also becoming jealous.
I liked that.
“If you don’t want to do this-”
“No, it’s not that,” she grumbled. “I just…I’m about to experience something new with you and it…it kind of sucks that, while I’m going to be caught up in all these new experiences, it’s going to be business as usual for you.” I was touched by her honesty and vulnerability, but it was unnecessary.
I dropped my forehead on hers. “Mia, everything we do tonight will be new for the both of us,” I told her, praying she believed me.
“How do you figure?”
“Because this is the first time I’ll be doing all those things with someone I’m in love with,” I replied.
Chapter 8
Mia~
Nico Rossi just told me he’s in love with me.
Holy shit.
I knew it sounded crazy to believe him when we didn’t even know each other, but reality hit me hard when I realized he did know me. He was just waiting for me to catch up.
Well, I was catching up, dammit.
“I want this off,” I declared as I reached for the hem of his shirt. “I want it all off.”
Nico let out a surprised chuckle and tried to grab my hands. “Mia, wait-”
I shook my head. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now. Even if it made me a fool, I believed every word he said. I had already planned on sleeping with him, but when he claimed abstinence because it would have felt like cheating, well, that’s when I knew I was going to hand over my virginity to him on a silver platter.
“I want you, Nico,” I announced, cutting him off. “I want you now.”
“Mia, baby,” he hurried out. “I’m not going to take your virginity in the goddamn kitchen.”
“Oh, yes you are,” I countered, still grabbing at the hem of his shirt.
“Mia-”
I leaned forward, and even though it was still a bit of a stretch because he was so tall, I was able to capture his lips in mine and shut him the hell up. Nico growled and his hands found their way to my hips. His grip was punishing, but that’s what I wanted.
I wanted uninhibited loss of control.
I pulled back and Nico finally let me pull his shirt over his head and I almost swallowed my tongue.
He looked like carved goddamn marble.
“Oh, Sweet Jesus,” I breathed.
“Christ, Mia,” Nico said, “if you keep looking at me like that, slow, sweet, and loving are going to be tossed out the window.”
I dragged my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted chest, and left shame and coyness at the door. “I don’t want slow, sweet, and loving,” I blurted. “I want you to take me, Nico.”
Nico closed his eyes and dropped his head back in prayer. The poor man looked pained, but I was beyond caring at this point. He was six years older than me and light years ahead of me in sexual experience, but right now, I felt like the most powerful woman on earth to have put that look on his face.
Nico Rossi wanted me.
He wanted me, and he was wrestling with doing what he felt was right and what his instincts were screaming at him to do.
I needed to push him over the edge.
I leaned forward as he was praying for Divine patience and ran my tongue up the center of his chest. My sexual experiences stopped at third base, so I knew my way around a man’s body, but I hadn’t expected my simple tongue action to garner such a violent reaction from this man.
“Goddamn it,” Nico hissed right before grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His grey eyes were swirling with a need that made me actually leak. “Is this what you want?” he growled. “Do you want me out of my goddamn mind, Mia?”
It was then, that I realized what I was trying to unleash. I was damn near out of my mind with need for this man and I only met him yesterday. Nico’s been wanting me for over a year. His lustful need for me was probably something I couldn’t comprehend at this point. Did I really want him to unleash all that for my first time?
Yes.
Yes, I fucking did.
I spread my legs wider, silently begging him to ease the ache, and answered him truthfully. “Yes,” I moaned. “I want you crazed for me.”
His lip curled in abhorrence for his obvious weakness. “I’m already crazed for you, Mia,” he replied. “I already find it hard to control myself around you. If I take you on this kitchen counter, I’m going to rip you apart.”
“Do it,” I commanded.
His eyes roamed all over my face, looking for some sort of deceit. “It’s your first time,” he stressed. “We should be in a bed, for fuck’s sake, Mia.”
“Right here, Nico,” I practically begged. “We
