“You should pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag for what?” she asks, taking off her hoodie, leaving her in nothing but a light-blue tank top. My eyes drop to her br**sts, seeing her ni**les through the thin material.
“You’re going to stay with me for the night,” I say, watching as she paces around the living room. My eyes and dick follow her every move.
“Yeah, that’s not happening. I appreciate you being here for me, but I’ll be okay,” she says, and I can tell she’s still worried, even though she’s trying to cover it up.
“If you’re not staying at my house with me, then I’m staying here with you,” I tell her firmly.
“Um…no,” she replies, turning a little pink.
“Sophie, I don’t have time to argue with you about this shit. I’m f**king tired. I just got off the road, dealt with family shit, and then showed up here to talk to you, only to have to deal with some crazy-ass motherfucker trying to break into your house,” I growl, losing patience.
She looks at me and her eyes go soft, and she takes a breath before looking around her small living space. “What are we doing, Nico? We don’t even know each other.”
“That’s why we’re doing what we’re doing. This is part of dating. We’re going to get to know each other.”
“Nico, this is just…” She pauses, lifting her hands. “It’s just… I’ve never done this before.”
“What part of it haven’t you done, baby?” I question while taking a step towards her.
“I have never done any of this.” She motions between us with a flick of her wrist.
“I have never done this before either,” I say softly, approaching my skittish kitten.
“I’m sure.” She lets out a long breath.
“Have I f**ked women before? Yes, I have. I’m not going to lie and say I’ve saved myself, but this—me pursuing you, wanting to spend time with you in and out of bed, getting to know you and your likes and dislikes? All of this shit is new to me, sweet Sophie.”
“You might regret trying to get to know me,” she mumbles, looking down at her feet.
“I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that the only thing I would regret is not trying,” I tell her with a finger under her chin as I force her eyes up to meet mine. “Now, are we staying here, or at my house?”
“Nico—”
“Sophie, if we stay here, I need to go get Daisy. I’ve been gone. She doesn’t like to be alone all the time, and I told my neighbor she didn’t need to go over there tonight because I would be home.”
“Fine, but I’m sleeping on the couch.” She breathes out a whoosh of air, blowing some hair out of her face. I smile, and her eyes narrow. “Why do I feel like I just got screwed?”
“Baby, when you get screwed, you’ll know it,” I smirk.
“Nico.” She glares as she says my name, sounding like a warning. I smile, making her growl.
“Sophie, relax,” I say soothingly.
“How can I relax when you say things like that?”
I walk over to the couch, sit down, and then grab her hand, forcing her into my lap.
“What are you doing?!” she cries, trying to get up.
“We’re going to talk,” I say, squeezing her hips.
“I don’t need to sit on your lap in order for us to talk,” she complains, squirming and trying to get away.
“I want you here. Stop wiggling your hot little ass around on my lap or we’re going to end up doing something else.”
Her body stills immediately and she crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine. Talk.”
“Look at me,” I tell her. She doesn’t, so I turn her face with my fingers. “You said you haven’t done this before, right?”
“Yes,” she growls, and I catch myself before I laugh.
“All right, baby. I want you to be honest with me. Are you a virgin?” I ask gently.
“That is none of your business!” she snaps as she tries to get up again.
“I plan on being well-acquainted with your body, so yes, it is my business.”
“See? That’s what I’m talking about! Why do you say things like that?” She wiggles on my lap again, causing my already-hard c**k to turn steel under her.
“Because it’s the truth. I want to know you, Sophie, but I need to know what I’m dealing with so I don’t go too fast for you,” I say, looking into her eyes.
“This is too fast,” she mumbles, making me smile again.
“I will never force you to do something you don’t want to do, but I will always encourage you when I know you’re just afraid to try. You can’t let your fears hold you back.”
“What are you talking about?” she whispers, her eyes getting big, making me feel like I just hit the nail on the head.
“I don’t know what happened to you that made you lock yourself away, but I know that’s what you’ve done. I hope you can open up to me about it someday, but until you can talk to me about whatever it was, I need you to be open with me about other things. I don’t want you to be afraid of me, and I’m not going to know if it’s just nerves or something else unless you’re honest.”
“Yes, I’m a virgin.” She pulls her face away from my hand. “Are you happy now?”
“There is nothing wrong with that, baby.”