Hey guys! So, it seemed like y'all liked my story! Here's the second chapter, as promised. I really hope you all like this. Enjoy… This would've been up sooner but I didn't notice that I had uploaded the same chapter yesterday lol sorry about that. Anyway, have fun!
He let his lips graze over her jawline ever so lightly before breathing out his reply. "No."
"Okay," Amanda managed, making futile attempts to conceal her heavy breathing. She began to make a movement, but Nick stopped her.
"Don't move," he warned once more. "Please."
He let his hands wander around her midriff underneath her crisp white work blouse. The heat of his breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. He took a deep breath of her scent: cigarette smoke mixed with vanilla.
"You smell so good," Nick whispered hungrily.
Amanda said nothing, squeezing her eyes shut as he nipped her earlobe. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Nick smirked, biting softly down her neck. "You know me. I wouldn't be doing this unless I wanted to," he whispered.
She was lost in his touch, but worked up the sense to push him off. She forced him away from her with finality.
"This isn't right. At all," Amanda mumbled, gnawing her thumbnail. She sank into the couch and wrapped her arms around her midsection anxiously.
Nick sighed and took a seat next to her. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly, his eyes sweeping her embroidered carpet. He studied each and every weave in the rug as an abrasive silence spread between them.
"It's okay," she whispered once she had given into the restraint of the quiet. "I'm sorry for pushing you… I just can't do this to Maria. But you need me." Amanda turned her body to face him. "I'm here."
Nick swallowed and looked up at her with a mixed expression of relief and shame. "Take off your shirt," he said quietly. "Please."
Immediately, a blush raged in her cheeks like an ember in a brush forest. Seconds later, for some unfathomable reason, Amanda's fingers were tearing at the buttons of her blouse, and it lay crumpled and disregarded on the floor. The next thing she knew, she was sliding her boxy work pants off her smooth, lean legs.
"Come here," he mumbled. Amanda complied and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She yanked at his tie and tossed it to the side.
He held her firmly, both hands set on her hips. "Just… Let me look at you," he whispered, his eyes taking her in.
And in those few moments, Nick memorized her body like a map. Every little scar, every bruise; every curve, each dip of her collarbone; everything was etched into his memory.
"You are so beautiful," he said quietly, gazing into her eyes.
The scrutiny of her body was too much for her to handle, and she studied the stubble on his chin whilst trying to contain a furious blush. "Thank you," Amanda whispered, keeping her head down.
Nick's fingertips ran over her smooth stomach, sending chills through her abdomen. He flipped her over and propped himself on top of her, kissing down her neck again.
"Tell me when it's too much," he whispered. He left a trail of kisses from her chest to her bellybutton, letting his fingers tousle her soft locks.
He worked his way back up to her jawline, and he froze, staring into her eyes.
"What?" Amanda mumbled.
"I really, really, really want to kiss you," Nick whispered, searching her face for any signs of hesitation. Luckily, he found none.
"Okay," she replied in what was hardly a whisper.
For a fleeting moment, she noticed a small scar on the bridge of his nose, and she wondered how he had gotten it. Of course, this added to a very long, extensive list of questions she had about Nick.
Tearing her from her thoughts were his lips, closing the gap between their mouths with one swift movement. His lips melted against hers like butter on a hot pan. Her tongue danced across his lips as he grazed his fingers over the nape of her neck.
Dizziness crept into her forehead, reminding her to breathe.
"Hey," Nick whispered, grinning.
"Hey," Amanda replied, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.
"You tired?" he asked, tracing her smooth pink cheeks with the pad of his thumb.
She curled her fingers around his wrist, closed her eyes, and nodded.
The flutter of her eyelashes sent chills down Nick's spine. He scooped her up in his left arm and draped her legs over his right, then carried her to the bed.
Amanda sighed at the contact of her bare skin with the cold, soft sheets. "Thank you," she grinned cheekily.
Nick pressed a quick kiss to her nose and lay down next to her, pulling her body into his. They stayed like that for a solid hour. Amanda was just about to settle into a deep slumber when Nick shifted, moving the entire bed.
"What?" she mumbled, half-asleep.
"It's two thirty, Amanda. I have to go," Nick whispered, his voice tinted with regret.
Her eyes flew open. "Back to Maria?" she replied sadly.
Nick sighed and nodded, even though her back was to him. He kissed the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Amanda shifted to look at him, covering up her sadness with a bright, sleepy smile. "Don't be," she replied. "Good night."
Nick let his eyes run over her half-naked figure once more before whispering goodbye.
Tears sprang to Amanda's eyes as she heard her front door close.
"I'm an idiot," she whispered to herself, climbing underneath the covers. After the tears receded, she was finally able to close her eyes and fall asleep.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It was a little shorter, but leave me a review and let me know what you all thought. Until next chapter…