Nick’s bedroom was as bare as the rest of his apartment, but she recognized the bed frame she’d picked out at IKEA, which supported his neatly made mattress. And she learned how soft his mattress was when he laid her down on top of it. He began kissing her mouth and neck, lowering to kiss her breasts, down her stomach to her navel. He glanced up as he tugged at the hem of her skirt, and Lily lifted her hips, making it easier for Nick to pull the skirt off. He kissed her over top of her underwear, then he slowly slid off her panties, and he pressed his mouth between her legs.
“Nick,” she moaned, waves of pleasure washing over her. His name was the only coherent thought she had. Nick, Nick, Nick.
He clutched her ass and she arched into him, gasping. She peered down at the top of his head, his hot mouth on her, and the sight almost sent her over the edge. Then he slowly crawled up the length of her. He eased away, and she watched as he unbuckled his pants and shrugged them off, followed by his boxers. She reached down, touching him, and he closed his eyes, moaning softly.
“Do you want to?” he managed to ask, his voice uneven and low.
“Yes,” she said.
Nick kissed her, then briefly turned, reaching for the top drawer of the dresser beside his bed to grab a condom. He faced Lily again, and she inched closer, helping him slide the condom on, her fingers closed over the length of him. He groaned, biting his lip.
He moved on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows. His hands cradled either side of her face. He stared into her eyes as he slowly eased inside of her. She gasped, feeling a moment of slight discomfort, but that melted away, leaving only pleasure. They found their rhythm, and she wrapped her legs around him. He continued to thrust into her with deep strokes, unraveling her. She couldn’t believe that this was finally happening after all this time. She’d been waiting for this. Waiting for Nick. Just Nick.
She whispered his name. She wanted to tell him how she felt. What this meant. But she couldn’t say it. Her brain was mush. She was too stimulated. “I . . . we . . .”
“You and me,” he said into her ear. Because he understood what she wasn’t able to say. Of course he did. He knew her.
“You and me,” she said back.
Then he kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth, moaning as he thrust harder. He said her name once, and then repeated it, his body going taut above hers as his breaths became shorter. She didn’t stand a chance, and neither did he. They came undone together, their arms wrapped around each other.
Nick was careful not to collapse against her completely. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, then stood. She lay there, watching as he went to the bathroom. When he came back, he lay down beside her and pulled the covers over them. He draped his arm across her, wrapping her in a cocoon.
She was exhausted suddenly. She didn’t want to fall asleep, though. She wanted to be awake for every moment of this. But being wrapped up in Nick felt too good.
“You bought a bookshelf,” she mumbled drowsily. She felt his body lightly shake as he laughed.
“Because you told me to.”
She smiled and yawned, her eyes closing against her will.
He kissed her forehead. She moved her head to rest against his chest. She fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.
21
Sleep had notoriously evaded Nick for most of his life. but that night, with Lily wrapped in his arms, he slept so hard he didn’t even dream. Instead, for the first time in years, he was able to simply rest and feel at peace.
The sun peeked through the blinds when he woke a little after six the next morning. Lily was curled into a ball with her back resting against his chest. She was still asleep, her face a mask of tranquillity. Nick propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at her. He couldn’t believe that she was here with him in his bed. That she wanted to be together too. He had to prove to her that she’d made the right decision by choosing him. He’d have to hold on to her with all that he had.
An alarm sounded on her phone, which lay on the ground by his bed. Lily began to stir and let out a frustrated grumble. Nick quickly grabbed her phone and turned off the alarm. She rolled over to face him and wiped her eyes. She burrowed deeper under the covers and smiled at him. It caused Nick’s breath to catch. She was so beautiful first thing in the morning, even while slightly cranky.
“Hi,” she mumbled.
“Hi.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Not that long.” Unable to help himself, he reached forward and began to trace soft circles on her bare shoulder. “You have to get ready for work?”