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Didn’t he know she knew what he needed more than he did?
“I’m glad you did. I’m starving,” Niko said. He continued on, exploring her small home.
She smirked watching him stroll through her living room. He paused near her bookshelves where a few picture frames were displayed. Niko picked up one of them and stared at it. Kizzie knew which one it was without moving from her spot.
It was a picture from his thirty-fifth birthday party she had thrown for him. Niko had protested her organizing a party in his honor. Of course, him not wanting a party meant she had to do it. He tried to hide behind his tough-guy façade, but she saw right through it. Earlier that year, his brother, Will, had shared with her that with their upbringing, they had never had birthday parties. Kizzie had been shocked at the news. She, who’d had a wonderful childhood, had birthdays that were memorable because of the parties. It wasn’t even just the shindigs but how special she felt having a day focused on her. Friends and family would come to hang out, and they always had a blast.
Kizzie had wanted to give Niko that feeling.
Four years ago, she had thrown him one hell of a party. It was a night she would never forget. She had rented out a bar for the evening, hired a DJ, a few dancers, and with Will’s help, invited a bunch of people who knew him and Niko.
They’d all showed up.
The night had been wild and fun. Good food, entertainment, and drinks were all they needed. She had never seen Niko smile so much. He had even blown out candles on his cake. It was then her thoughts about him had started to morph into more.
The photographer she had hired had snapped a picture of the two of them. Both of them had been well into their cups, but it was the look of pure happiness on Niko’s face that made this one of her favorite photos of them.
“I was so fucking drunk that night.” Niko chuckled.
“If I remember right, we all were.” She laughed. Pushing off the door, she went into the kitchen. Her home was a cute rental that was the perfect size for her. She hadn’t wanted to purchase immediately when she’d moved back to Cleveland. Her house in San Francisco had sold fast for well over what she had paid for it.
Her current living space was an open floor plan and had soft neutral colors. The kitchen was a little cozy. There wasn’t much room for two people to prepare meals. It hadn’t been a problem since it was just her, but now, seeing Niko walk around in the house, she realized how small the place truly was. Niko was a large man and took up a lot of space.
“I grabbed a few things.” She set the bag on the counter and quickly washed her hands. She arranged the containers and began opening them. The aroma of sweet hickory filled the air. Even though she was around the barbecue pits and food all day, she never tired of it. Her father’s and uncles’ cooking was just that good.
She took a couple of plates out of the cabinet. Looking at all the food she’d packed, she came to the realization that she may have grabbed too much. She hadn’t been too sure what Niko had a taste for but she couldn’t go wrong with the chicken wings smothered in sauce, or the ribs, fries, and standard sides of greens, mac and cheese, and baked beans. She reached for one of her favorite items that her family had won several awards for.
The polish boy.
It was a Cleveland barbecue staple that everyone needed in their life. A nice, thick juicy kielbasa sausage nestled in a soft warm bun, a layer of fries covered with barbecue sauce, and a pile of coleslaw to top it off.
Kizzie’s mouth watered at the thought of eating one.
“Whatever you put on my plate, I will eat,” Niko announced from the doorway. His bright-blue eyes were riveted on her. He combed his fingers through his dark hair, pushing it back away from his face.
Kizzie wasn’t sure if he knew it or not, but that move was so damn sexy. She squeezed her thighs tight, sensing her core pulse with need. He folded his arms in front of him. His arms, covered in tattoos, were on display. She had never been an arm woman, but at the moment, she had a hard time tearing her eyes away from his.
“That’s what I’m counting on,” she said, turning away. She picked up the two foil-covered polish boys and set them on the plates. Her breath caught in her throat as Niko pushed off the doorway and sauntered into the kitchen.
Where was he going? Kizzie exhaled slowly, trying to will her racing heart to calm down. Niko moved behind her and trapped her against the counter by placing his hands on it, either side of her.
Kizzie froze in place. Her heart ignored her plea and sped up ever faster. At this rate, it was going to pound its way out of her chest.
It took great concentration to make her hands move. She began working the foil and opened the first polish boy.
“What in God’s name is that?” Niko murmured.
His hard frame was against her. Kizzie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. She basked in the feeling of him. She bit her lip and opened her eyes. She had imagined feeling him pressed close to her, and now it was a reality. Her thoughts raced.
Did he have feelings for her that were not the friendly kind? He shifted slightly, leaning over to look over her shoulder, and she took notice of something pushing at her ass.
A large jean-covered bulge was resting on her bottom.
Good Lord above.
She had to bite back a whimper and keep herself from rubbing on his cock.
“It’s a…um…” Her thoughts were escaping her, and she just couldn’t get her brain to formulate any words that made sense. The scent of Niko and the feel of him had her body going haywire.
