Worth the fight

does it.  After I’m balanced he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips.  Not much more than a brush, but I feel it all the way down to my toes.  And we are standing in the middle of the sidewalk.  There aren’t any people around, but still, it’s out of character for me to have a public display of affection.  Or at least it was before.
    “You didn’t bring a bag?”  Nico’s face looks so disappointed, like a little boy who was just told he couldn’t have the puppy h e’d been planning on bringing home.
    “I did, I just left it in the car .”  Nico tilts his head and squints his eyes at me. 
    “You’re not sure if you want to stay?”  I can hear the disappointment in his voice.
    “Umm.”  How do I respond to him?  Of course I want to stay, but it felt funny walking into his house with an overnight bag, even though he invited me.   Almost presumptuous.
    Nico takes my hesitation as confirmation that I’m not sure if I want to stay.   He takes a step forward and wraps one arm around my waist, resting just north of  my ass.  The other hand moves to behind my head and he kisses me.  Fiercely.  His tongue seeks mine, then he sucks on the tip of it as he pulls it away to add teeth.  His teeth bite down on my bottom lip and just as I begin to feel the pain from his bite, he sucks and licks away at the spot he just wounded, making it more than better. 
    I feel his hand that was holding my lower waist travel down and he pulls me flush against him tightly as his hands roam over my ass and he cups almost my whole cheek in one large palm.  Tingling sensations shoot through my veins and I feel the sensitive skin between my legs swell.  Nico growls and squeezes me harder before he pulls back slightly, releasing my mouth, tugging at my lip between his teeth as he pulls away.
    I have no idea where I am.  My senses are all keenly focused on the man who just stole my breath and I’m panting when he finally releases my mouth fully.  His breath is fast as his mouth drops to my ear and he speaks in a strained voice.  “I’m about ten seconds away from losing my self-control, Babe.  Think I can get that bag for you and move this inside so we don’t give the whole neighborhood a show?” 
    Nico pulls his head back and waits for my answer.  But I can’t speak yet, so I nod my head yes and just watch as he takes my keys out of my hand.  He kisses me again on the mouth, this time much softer.  “Not that I would mind.  I don’t give a shit who’s watching as long as I get to do that to you.” 
    I force myself to close my mouth as I stand there watching him grab my bag from the car and return to me, his disappointed face now replaced with a megawatt smile that reminds me of his fighting name.  Lady Killer.  If the name fits…
    Inside, t hings cool down, which I’m grateful for.  Or, at the rate I was going on the street, I would have been in his bed within fifteen minutes of my arrival.  Nico picks me up and seats me on the kitchen island, so we can talk while he cooks.  Watching him breeze around his kitchen, I realize how sexy a man who knows his way around the kitchen can be.  There’s something instinctually alluring about a man who wants to take care of his woman.  Not that I’m the barefoot-and-pregnant-in-the-kitchen-type of woman.  But this is different.  An almost natural role that he takes in our relationship and I find that I like to be taken care of.  It’s something I have never allowed anyone to do before. 

Chapter 19
    Nico
    I need to slow things down.  I almost took her on the street for fuck’s sake.  I feel like I’m stuck in a bad movie, with a little devil sitting on one shoulder and an a ngel on the other.  But the goddamn devil is twice the size and my angel is a fucking mute.  Great, I have a fucking mute angel.
    She looks so cute up on the counter, I get the urge to bring her with me wherever I go and just plop her up on a pedestal near me.  But as I grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I see her reflection in the stainless steel.  She cro sses and recrosses her legs and I catch a glimpse of the top of her thigh for a split second.  Damn it, I can feel myself starting to get hard from a damn reflection of a thigh.  Freakin mute angel.  Think thoughts of my grandmother.  Grandmother Ellen.  Ellen, hey that’s just Elle with an n.  Elle’s legs.  Shit this isn’t working. 
    “That smells good.  What are you