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“I promise,” I whisper.
She lets out a soft breath before winding her arms around my neck.
“Good,” she says softly before pressing her lips to mine and kissing me again.
CHAPTER 19
AURORA
It’s okay to want something that’s going to hurt.
All my life, I’ve only ever focused on making the right choices. For myself, for Lucia. Everything I’ve ever done was to protect us both. But I can’t help thinking that I lost myself in the process. I lost the ability to care deeply, to feel strongly. I might have accused Nico of being unfeeling, but the truth is, I’m the one that has a hard time connecting with my own emotions.
And maybe it’s time for that to change. Nico holds on to me like he can’t bear to let me go. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe, and I come to the realization that maybe, just maybe, I did make a mistake ten years ago. Maybe I was wrong to leave. Especially when it feels like this between us.
I kiss Nico back as passionately as he kisses me, matching his intensity. My heart races in my chest. I gasp softly when he slips both hands beneath my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist while still kissing him desperately.
Nico settles down on the couch, taking me with him. I’m straddling him, my hands going through his soft, dark hair. I can feel his cock beneath me, digging into my ass. I break the kiss for a second to look at him, staring into those blue eyes that somehow always manage to feel like home, even when I don’t want them to.
“The last time we did this, everything changed,” I whisper, my finger brushing over his cheek.
He takes my hand and presses a kiss to my wrist.
“I can’t promise you nothing’s going to change, Aurora. I can only promise to do my best to make sure we’re okay. But you need to trust me.”
Do I trust him?
If I had been asked that question ten years ago, I would have said yes without a second thought. And in so many ways, he hasn’t changed a bit. I’m the one that’s gone through many changes. I’ve hidden myself and I’ve lied to myself so much that I can’t even begin to untie the knots.
But Nico’s a constant. A constant overbearing presence, but I know in my heart that he’d never let me fall.
I nod, “I trust you.”
He smiles, and it’s so genuinely beautiful that I feel an ache in my chest.
“That’s all I needed to hear, mi vida.”
He starts to kiss me again, and everything else falls away. My mouth parts when he slips a hand under my chest, kneading the skin there as his fingers start to trail upward. I’m not wearing anything underneath my shirt, and he’s able to reach my breasts, cupping one of them and rubbing his thumb over my nipple every few seconds.
His lips move down to a sensitive spot on my neck. I grip his arm as he begins biting and sucking and generally driving me insane. The intensity of that and the way he’s rubbing my nipple sets me on fire. I don’t make any protests when he takes my shirt off. But when he moves his hand down to my shorts, I place my hand on his to stop him.
“Not so fast, buddy. Your turn,” I state, gesturing at his shirt.
He chuckles before settling back onto the couch. “If you want it off, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do it yourself.”
I don’t hesitate to do just that. Once his shirt is off, I simply stare at him for a couple of seconds. My eyes trail over his chest, resting on the pendant lying around his neck. He doesn’t stop me as I reach for it. He doesn’t do much of anything really, except to watch me, eyes dark and hooded with desire.
“You wanted me to have this after that night,” I murmur softly, remembering how he took it off for the first time and held it out for me.
“I hoped it would provide you some measure of comfort,” Nico says. “But you rejected it.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You had no idea I was going to leave when you offered it to me. And I couldn’t take away something so special to you.”
“I would have been okay as long as you had it with you, mi vida.”
The truth is, I recognized the significance of him giving me the locket and I knew deep down that I didn’t deserve it because I couldn’t be what he needed at the time. I’m still not sure I am.
“It’s yours, Nico,” I say softly.
