“I do dear.  It’s just.  I don’t know...”  Regina trails off.

“Say it.”  I prompt her in a tone that tells her I really want to hear what she has to say.

“He’s very nice, and handsome too.”

“And?”  I prompt.

“He’s smart and polite.”

“This doesn’t sound like a list of the reasons that you would be happy I’ve stopped seeing someone.”  I pop a small cherry tomato into my mouth from my salad.  “It sounds like the reasons you tell someone to start seeing them.”

Regina smiles, but her face turns serious when she speaks.  “I had twenty years with my husband, and I don’t regret a minute of that time.  He wasn’t always polite, he didn’t stand when I entered a room, he used foul language at the dinner table, but it was there.”

I furrow my brow.   I know she is trying to be helpful, but I’m not quite sure how any of what she is saying supports my breaking up with William.

Regina sees my confusion and continues.  “But when he walked into a room, he took my breath away.  He made my heart race and even after twenty years of marriage, I still wanted to rip his clothes off when he looked at me and I saw things in his eyes.”

My mind goes to Nico.  I feel those things about him.  He makes my knees weak and tests my self-control like I’ve never endured before.  I look up at Regina and see the pain fresh in her eyes.  It’s been more than ten years, but she still misses him like it happened yesterday.  It saddens me to realize the strength of what she had and now it was gone.

I smile at Regina and nod in silence, letting her know I understand what she’s  trying to tell me.

“So let’s get to the good stuff.  When are you going out with Nico Hunter?  That man looks at you like he wants to eat you alive.”  Regina wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.  A look that she seems to use a lot when it comes to the subject of Nico Hunter.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I went directly from my break up with William to Nico’s place last night, so I leave out some of the sordid details.  “I saw him last night.”  My voice is low and sheepish.

“You dirty, dirty girl.  I didn’t think you had it in you!”  Regina is teasing, I can see she’s delighted at my news.

My face blushes as I think of what Nico looked like in his loft last night with no shirt on.  He is quite possibly the most delectable thing I have ever laid eyes on.  But I’m confused as to why he seems to put distance between us at certain times.  Before we left to get dinner, I was sure that he was feeling what I felt.  I could have sworn that I saw it in his eyes.  There was desire there and I’m positive of it.

We had a great time at dinner too.  There is no uncomfortable silence in our conversations and we both laughed through half of our meals.  It’s like we’ve known each other for years.  Time goes by so quickly with him, the restaurant was almost empty when we finally realized it was time to leave.  That’s why I was a tangle of emotions when we got back to his place and he didn’t try to get me to stay.

“We just went to dinner.  Although I’ll admit I was a little disappointed that he didn’t try to get me to stay afterwards.”

“I’m sure he was just being respectful Elle.  Did you tell him you wanted to stay?”

“No.”

Regina is about to respond when a deliveryman walks in carrying a huge bouquet of wildflowers.  “Delivery for Elle James.”

Neither one of us can wait until the deliveryman is out the door before I rip into the card with Regina peering over my shoulder.  “Couldn’t sleep all night thinking about you after you left.”

Regina’s smile beamed, as excited for me as I was.  Truly a great friend.

Elle

I leave work at five, instead of my usual seven or eight on Friday night so I have time to get ready for my date with Nico.  I shave my legs and put on a matching lace bra and underwear set…just in case.  Not that I’m planning on sleeping with him tonight, but I’d be kidding myself to think I’d stop it if things started to escalate.   Nico Hunter might just be my kryptonite.

The buzzer rings and I feel like I’m fifteen again.  The cute boy is about to talk to me and I swallow my words like an idiot and embarrass myself when I choke as I try to bring them back up.  What the hell is wrong with me?  I am smart and in control, and I’m acting like a complete idiot.  I open the door and smile.  Actually, I think I might have swooned instead of smiled.  Do people actually swoon?

I step out of the way to allow Nico to enter.  He takes one step inside and then turns to face me.  My back is up against the door as he drops his head low to meet mine, brushing his lips softly against my mouth.  “Hey.”

“Hey.”  My response is breathless from just a whisper of his lips against mine.

Nico has mischief in his eyes that makes me want him to do things to me.  It fuels my desire for his strong arms to pin me against the door and leave me powerless.  It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with, and it scares me to feel it as much as it excites me.

He enters my apartment and suddenly it feels smaller with such a massive man standing inside.  “You cooked?”

“If you can call it that.”

“It smells good.”  Nico crinkles up his nose and it is an absolutely adorable face.  One that looks like he’s five years old.  I’m so enthralled by how such a large, powerful man can look so adorable, that it takes me a minute for his words to register.  “But I think something is burning.”

Smoke billows out of the oven when I open the door.  I grab two oven mitts from behind me and pull out the salmon that fell victim to my incapable culinary hands.  The pretty peachy-pink color is now brown on the top.   I don’t know how it could have burned so quickly, it had only been in there for less than half an hour.

Nico comes behind me and reaches to my side and turns the dial to the oven.  “Bake, not broil.”

Looking up at him, he can see that his words meant nothing to me, so he explains.  “You needed to put the oven on bake, not broil.”

Nico walks over to my refrigerator and opens the door to help himself.  I see him grab something out of the cabinet, but I’m too busy trying to figure out how to salvage the mess I’ve made to pay any attention.  He sets down a glass of wine he’s poured me on the counter next to me and leans back against the counter in my U-shaped kitchen.

I lift the glass to my mouth and take a long sip before turning to face Nico, a few feet away from me.  “I’m sorry, dinner is ruined.”

Nico smiles at me and says nothing for a minute.  “Come here,” his voice is low and soft and he extends a thick arm to me.  I comply and his arms wrap around my waist, gathering me close against his hard chest as he lowers his mouth to mine. Our lips connect and I follow his lead as his they open.  His tongue slowly licks the outline of my lips, sending a shiver down my spine.

A low moan escapes my mouth and I feel his grip tighten in response.  I surprise even myself when I bite down on his lower lip, drawing a low groan from him that makes what’s between my legs swell with excitement.  Nico tilts his head and our kiss deepens, our tongues explore each other’s mouth with a passion I’ve never known or expected, yet it feels so natural and right.

We’re both panting loudly when we come up for air.  “I missed you.”  His voice is low and raspy.  Sinful.  It’s only been two days since we saw each other, but I’ve missed him too.

“Me too.”  I manage to get out between breaths.

Nico’s grip tightens on me almost to the point that it’s painful, but I don’t care.  His hands are at my lower back and when he pulls me closer, I can feel his erection against my belly and I want to reach between us and grab him.  Feel his thickness that is throbbing against me.

I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead he plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose and then my forehead before engulfing me in a bear hug.  It’s such a tender moment and so unexpected after the passion of his kiss just a minute ago.