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  “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

  He grins against my mouth. “I do too.”

  He wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as I hold his face in my hands and our lips meet once more. He carries me into his bedroom and slowly lays me down on the bed. I feel my eyes roll up in the back of my head as he kisses down my jaw and neck. When he hovers over me, I meet his eyes with mine in a fiery connection. Jesus, his eyes are hooded, dark, and I’m ready for all the naughty things they promise me.

  He runs his hands down my dress, grabbing the fabric at the bottom. “I can’t rip this, can I?”

  “No, I will legit bite you if you do. Right in the jugular.”

  He looks over at me with a disturbed look on his face. “That’s violent.”

  “Don’t rip my favorite dress.”

  He grins as he pulls it up, exposing my thighs. He moves down my body, running his tongue along me as he reveals more skin. I moan from my soul. He follows the fabric of my dress up with his tongue, not missing a spot with his tongue or teeth. When he pulls the dress above my head, I lie there in my bra, rubber boobs, and a very revealing thong. He licks his lips as he looks me over.

  “You are by far the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he murmurs against my skin, making it really hard to believe otherwise. He pulls me up and unhooks my bra, throwing it along with the boobs to the floor. I thought it would be weird, but I’m so far gone, I don’t even care. The refreshing thing is, I don’t think he cares either. He kisses down the center of my chest, yanking at my thong with his hands as he licks and bites. I’m freaking lost in the feel of his mouth, arching so I can feel it even more. His fingers bite into my skin, and I cry out when he traces his tongue along my left scar.

  “Does it hurt?”

  I cover my chest with my hands. “Not at all. I don’t even feel anything. Still a bit numb after all this time.”

  He kisses my scars again. He then kisses up my throat, my jaw, before meeting my gaze, and he pulls my hands away. “Why are you so embarrassed by them?”

  “Because I’m not fully a woman, in a way. The only thing that makes me different from a preteen boy is my vagina.”

  He presses his palm into my other breast. “Well, with a great pussy like yours, you really don’t need anything else.”

  I smile against his lips. “I want to get implants, but I never had the money to do so. And then there’s Callie. I have to make sure she is set before me.”

  He brings in his brows. “She has the gene?”

  I nod, my eyes welling up with tears. “Yes, and it kills me on a daily basis that I couldn’t protect her from it.”

  His eyes change. Gone is the heat, and I feel stupid. I wipe away my tear, shaking my head. “Way to ruin the moment, Aviva.”

  “No,” he says sternly. “You didn’t ruin it. You just made me want you more.”

  “Nico…” I don’t even know what I was going to say. I just had to say his name.

  “I think you are so damn hot, so damn womanly, and everything I want.”

  I close my eyes. “You’re unreal.”

  “I know, but I feel like I’ve been thinking that about you since I met you.”

  Before I can say anything, his mouth takes mine, and slowly he slides my thong down my thighs. He sits up, pulling it down and off me before standing up at the side of the bed. I watch as he drinks me in, and I wonder what he is thinking. His look is so hot and wanton, but after putting myself down for so many years, I find it hard to believe he really wants me. He grabs me by my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and I laugh. He takes my wrists, lifting me up and into his arms. I slam into him, but it doesn’t hurt; it only makes me burn from the inside out. He snakes his arm around me, lifting me so that our lips meet as he carries me into the bathroom.

  The bathroom is bigger than I expected, but it’s hard for me to take it in when his mouth is moving against mine like that. He sits me on the side of the tub, kissing my nose and then the side of my mouth before standing back up. He sighs hard, and I grin.

  “What?”

  “I’m so damn hot for you. I just want to take you right here, but I also want you to relax.” He struggles to get out the words as he throws some Epsom salts in the tub. “You are beyond sexy, Aviva.”

  I bite my lip as he starts to fill the tub. Man, I want him, and damn it, I should take what I want. I reach out, grabbing him by the legs of his pants, pulling him to me. He comes, a sexy smirk on his lips before he cups my face.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Not what I’m doing. What you’re about to do to me.”

  I undo his pants as he drops his mouth to mine. As I quickly push down his pants, along with his boxers, he throws off his jacket. I pull away, gripping his cock in my hand, moving my palm up and down the velvety skin. He groans loudly, and I look up at him in awe. I let him go and stand up, his wild eyes watching me. I turn and bend over, holding on to the tub, my ass right there for his pleasure.

  The groan I’m answered with has my mouth watering. Nico takes my ass in his hands just as I feel his mouth on me. He licks up my pussy, and I cry out as I squeeze my eyes shut. He dips his tongue to rub against my clit, sliding up until he finds my entrance. Using just the tip of his tongue, he licks it ever so slowly along me, sending me into fits. He gives my pussy openmouthed kisses, and his name falls off my lips in a needy tone.

  “That’s right, baby. Fuck, this is so right,” he says, and then his hand smacks my ass, making me cry out. He rubs his palm across the spot he just smacked and takes me by my hips. He jerks me back against his cock, my wet center gliding along his long, engorged flesh. He guides my hips up and down so that I slide along his cock, and I’m lost.

  Gone. I might have died. I’m not sure.

  His fingers clench into my hips, and then he moves away. I look over my shoulder to see him opening a drawer and pulling out a row of condoms. He tears one off and then opens it quickly. His hands are shaking, and a grin moves across my face. I’m driving him crazy. I did that. He sheathes himself and then grabs me by my hips once more. With the next breath I take, he fills me completely. I let my head fall as his groans fill the bathroom. His fingers squeeze my hips as he starts to move in and out of me. His thrusts are hard, but I welcome them. I crave them. Each one has me jerking forward, taking every single breath I have in my body. He slides his hand down my spine, and he wraps my hair around his fist before pulling my head back.

  “Oh… Oh, Nico,” I cry, and he turns my head so his mouth can take mine. He stills for only a second to kiss me, and I’m shaking with lust. When he tears his mouth from mine, he grips my hair while he holds my hip with his other hand as I shatter into a billion pieces.

  “Fuck,” he groans out as he starts to slam into me.

  I ride out my orgasm, squeezing him like a vise, and it feels so fucking good. He clutches my hip as he yells my name in a heated, broken voice. It doesn’t take long until he is coming just as hard as I did. He jerks into me, his body quivering against mine as his mouth drops to my back. My legs are about to give out, but I don’t dare move. I feel as if I could fall face first into this water and drown, but I couldn’t care if I tried.

  Because I have never felt more alive in my life.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Nico

  Callie is a natural on the ice. For someone who hasn’t ever been skating, she’s pretty damn good. I only had to help a bit before she caught on and took off. I love how big she is smiling and how much fun she’s having. She left her hair down, so it’s flying behind her as she races across the ice. In my oversized hoodie since neither she nor Aviva brought a jacket, she’s having a blast. I want to put a stick in her hand, but I’m currently making sure her sister doesn’t die.

  Aviva is not a natural.

  I’m unsure how this girl walks on a daily basis.

  “I’m going to die. Oh my God, Nico, I’m going to die