Nico:
Pack a bag. We leave in an hour.
My brows pull together as I re-read his text.
Liliana:
Where are we going?
Nico:
Just do as you're told.
Dragging my sorry ass off the chair I head up to the room to pack. Having no idea where we are going or what I will need doesn’t make the task easy. After throwing a mix of everything I could possibly need into the bag, I hurry to take a shower.
Rushing through the motions as I get dressed and dry my hair before heading back downstairs. Daveon is standing at the door already waiting for me. Calling the elevator up we both step inside.
I am able to hold back my rapid assault of questions until we are closed together in the small confinement of his car. Pulling out of the underground parking garage we drive to the private terminal strip.
“Where are we going?”
Silence
“Did he say anything to you?”
Nothing
“Come on give me something?” I push out an exasperated breath before jumping into a twenty question inquisition. “Is it warm where we are going? Is it cold? Are we going back to L.A.? Does Nico have a business deal and doesn’t want to leave me behind? Are you going with us? Where is your bag? I packed a bit of everything, do you think that will be okay? Is it going to be a long flight? Is it a short flight? How long will we be gone for?”
“Good hell woman!” Daveon exclaimes, finally having all that he can stand. We sit in silence after his outburst until we pull up to the jet waiting on the strip, as he brings us to a stop. “Just go ask him yourself for fuck sakes.” He throws open the door and immediately lights a cigarette to calm his frazzled nerves. Giving him a sheepish grin as I pass him heading towards the plane. Nico steps out of the jet dressed in his usual attire. Only one thing is clearly different. He has a mischievous grin on his face, opposed to his usual hardened glare.
As I get to the stairs to board the plane Nico comes down to meet me. Pulling my bag from my hands he passes it to one of his men to take to the storage. Leaning down he swoops me up before spinning and carrying me up the stairs. I giggle at his random and odd behavior. “What are you doing Nico.” He doesn’t answer nor does he set me down as he carries me to the bed at the end of the plane. Stopping at as his legs hit the mattress he tosses me down onto the mattress.
Throwing back his arms he shrugs off his jacket letting it fall to the floor with an audible thud. I look at his face and see the lustful desire pooling in them, dark and out of control. My mouth goes dry while heat pools in my stomach. He watches me with predatory eyes, waiting for me to make a retreating move. The silence and tension thick between us building until I feel I might explode like a bomb.
Unable to take any longer I push myself up, reaching out to him I grab his tie before jerking him down onto the bed to me. We crash together onto the sheets as his lips meet mine. Searching and needing as he moves his lips against mine in a back and forth game of give and take. We collide into each other pouring everything we have felt over the past two weeks into each other. His fear at having almost lost me, my regret at having foolishly doubted him, but most of all our love and desire for one another.
Letting go of his tie I move my hands down his shirt needing to be closer to him. Wanting to feel his bare skin and chest on top of me, pushing me down and pinning my body under his. I fumble with a few buttons at the bad angle before he pulls back, sitting up he grabs both sides of his shirt before pulling it hard. Buttons pop and fling across the bed as they are torn from the thin piece of thread holding them on. Not bothering to pull the now open shirt off his body he drops back to me. Starting low at my waist he kisses up my body, tasting my skin with his tongue as he inches my shirt upward at his progress.
A shiver runs down my body as I greet the already building desire that I had missed since our wedding. At reaching my throat he continues to kiss and suck with the occasional bite of his teeth against my flesh until he pulls my own shirt up and over my head. He places his hand over my stomach as he stretches out his fingers over my skin. Sliding it to my side he pushes it under my back slightly before pulling up and flipping me to my stomach. I can feel his control slipping as his emotions are replaced with lust and desire. Grabbing hold of my jeans at my hips he yanks down. Easily sliding them off my body and tosses them back with his discarded jacket.
Running his hands up the back of my smooth legs, up my calves and over my thighs until they reach my ass. Gripping it tight under his fingertips before he raises his hand and slaps it back down over my skin. I suck in a breath at the stinging sensation before he leans down and places his lips over the same spot he just slapped.
I feel him slide off the bed behind me standing up on the floor. “Come here.” He commands in a deep thick voice. Rolling back over I sit up, eager to see what he is wanting. Scooting to the edge of the bed he begins to undo his pants before sliding both them and his boxers down.
