Eyes fixated on the expensive watches displayed in his walk-in closet, Nick did not turn around once he heard your footsteps, which were faster than usual, getting closer as the seconds passed. Only once the door clicked shut did he face you, the scene of you and Dan, your ex, so close together burned into his brain. “Back together then?” His question sounds more like a statement, the bitterness in his voice audible.

You shook your head slowly, your eyes moved over his face, inspecting every freckle and scar, memorizing each inch. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t a plea, but a command. Nick wasted no time; his eyes immediately snapped to your lips as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your back hit the commode. He desperately wanted to kiss you, to feel your lips against his; however, he halted in his tracks as you traced your finger along his lips. You glanced up at him, your head tilted, and your eyes filled with a fire he had often seen in them before. “Not here.” You placed your fingers on your collarbone, pulling your already short top down just slightly. “Here.”

Nick swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes were fixated on your fingers and the small exposed part of your cleavage. He wet his lips before kissing the visible skin, right where you told him to. It almost felt like he was a painter, you the canvas and his tongue the brush, and right now he was working on a masterpiece. His lips moved to the other side of your collarbone before pulling back to look up at you as if asking for you to tell him where else he should kiss you.

Your lips formed a subtle, pleased smile as you placed your fingers on the exposed skin of your lower stomach. Your shirt was pulled up just enough to reveal a hint of skin, leaving plenty enough room for his imagination. This was exactly what you wanted: for him to remember this moment. “And here.” Nick immediately got onto his knees in front of you to do as he was told. His kisses were wet on your stomach; he was gentle and yet so eager, and it felt good. He looked perfect.

You cupped his face, fingers dangling in his hair as you pulled his head back so your eyes would meet. God, he looked gorgeous. His mouth was parted, and his lips glistened with saliva. He would have kissed you into the night if you hadn’t stopped him.

Your thumb hovered over his lips, your eyes fixated on them. “Don’t hurt him, but make him leave,” Nick knew what that meant. Dan was a thorn in your eye, and he needed to make him leave England and go back to the hole he crawled out of. You glanced at him one last time, your hands reluctantly dropping back down to your sides, before leaving the room.

Nick was left speechless, yearning for your touch, for his canvas. His heart raced, and his shocked expression turned into a breathless grin as he still knelt on the carpeted floor, almost as if he was interrupted mid-prayer, worshipping his Goddess.