“Let me just get the mess cleaned up,” I said, rising from my chair. “Where is your broom?”
He got up and walked over to the corner closet in the kitchen and took out a broom and dustpan. When he bent down and picked up the large pieces, I couldn’t help but look at his perfect tight ass. The man was definitely incredibly toned everywhere. I was so enthralled with staring at him that I didn’t even notice his attention until I heard his voice.
“Whatever you’re thinking, it must be good,” he said with a knowing smile gracing his perfect face.
“Huh, sorry? What do you mean?” I stammered, feeling like a child with their hand in the cookie jar.
“You’re bright red,” he said, leaning against the counter, his eyes watching me like a hawk. “What kind of naughty things were you thinking of, Ms. Kain?”
“Ummm, nothing. So should we go off to your work shed, now?” I asked, getting up and wanting to escape the current situation I found myself in.
“You think you can handle all the heavy machinery, with your injury and all?” he asked, pointing to my finger.
“It’s just a little cut, you,” I stopped talking when I heard him roaring with laughter. “Oh, you were kidding,” I whispered.
He started to stalk toward me, his movements slow, as if he were a wild animal stalking his prey. His eyes were clouded with something different, maybe thirst or need. I wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, it was targeted toward me.
“I’d love to show you my tools, Candy—all of them.”
The double entendre of his words wasn’t lost on me as my body temperature rose. I couldn’t look at him anymore. My gaze roamed everywhere but his face. He grabbed ahold of my chin and raised my face so I was forced to stare back into his intense eyes.
“Don’t do that,” he said.
“Do what? I’m not doing anything.”
“Don’t look away from me. I don’t like it. I want your eyes always on me since, when you’re in a room, I can’t seem to look at anything else but you.”
“Oh,” I barely whispered.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Candy, but you’ve managed to enchant me. But a promise is a promise.”
He took my hand and started leading me out the back door.
“Don’t we need our coats?”
“Nope.”
When we opened the door, we stepped into a long hallway with glass on both sides and the ceiling. I looked up and saw the stars shining down brightly. It was breathtaking. You never saw the sky looking like that at night in the city.
“Does the sky always look so beautiful here?”
“One of the magical elements of living a little ways from the city.” He pulled on my arm, and I followed him down the corridor to the door at the end. Nic opened the door, and I walked into a dark room illuminated immediately by a flick of a light switch. The room was vast, with everything you could think of that would be found in a woodworking shop. But what shocked me was that it was pristine.
“Shocked that it’s clean?” he asked as if reading my mind.
“Sorry… I just assumed it would be a mess like the back room in the store.”
“My father liked the space clean. He liked the structure and an organized environment. Keeping this place like this makes me feel like he’s still with me,” Nic said while picking up a knife that was lying on the table. “This was his. He used to love whittling wood. He said wood was like a blanket for him. It made him feel completely warm and at peace. I guess that’s something I inherited from him.”
“You’re not at all what I expected,” I said, not able to take my eyes off his face.
“Neither are you,” he said, smiling at me as he walked closer.
“So where should we start?” I asked.
“What would you like to learn about?”
“Everything.”
“That can take ages, and there is so much more I would rather do with you than this,” he said, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, making me take in a sharp breath.
"I know this is fast and maybe a little crazy, but my dad said I would know. He said it was like a bolt of lightning that would zap into the fiber of my being. I've never felt it until you, Candy."
I let his words wash over me. I didn't know what to say, but I knew that I felt like the world stood still and that nothing mattered to Nic but me.
"I-I'm not that girl," I stammered.
"What girl, sweetheart?"
"The girl that a guy like you calls sweetheart."
"A guy like me? What type of guy is that," he asked, his body now closer to mine, clouding my mind.
“My whole life, I’ve never been the girl. I was the girl who stood by the wall and watched everyone else dance. I’m too plain, too chubby, too everything…but never the girl.”
"You are too everything. You're definitely right about that," he said, his fingers gliding on my lips. "You're too beautiful, too smart, too funny, too kind, and you definitely managed to get ahold of too much of my heart." He caged me against the wall and placed a soft kiss on my lips. His tongue probed past my lips while my hands trailed up his torso. “Spend the night with me,” he breathed against my lips.
Chapter 7
Candy
“Now?” I stepped back, making sure I’d heard him right. “Right now?”
“Right now.” His devilishly beautiful eyes washed across my face. When he stared at me, I felt powerful, as if I could take on anyone and anything, and it would be okay. I wanted to feel that eyes on me forever. I felt his gaze straight through to my core, his glance making my body greedy with need. My thighs shifted as my underwear grew damp, and all that was from one look. I couldn’t imagine what this man would do to me when I was naked.
“You’re crazy.” I shook my head, desperate to clear it of the fog created from Nic’s nearness.
“Crazy for you, Candy. I am desperate and mad for you,” he retorted.
One of his hands fisted in my hair, fingertips pressing at the back of my neck and sending a violent cascade of lust through my veins. This man hardly had to touch me, and I was his.
I smiled, a blush burning up my chest and neck when Nic’s massive arm tucked me against his body. The hard rock of his chest stabilized my smaller form. I’d never felt little next to any man before. I didn’t even know it was possible. I’d always been the big girl back home with my group of friends, and even though men were large, they weren’t like Nic.
“This is all moving so fast,” I said.
“Fast is sometimes very good,” he said before he took my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted into my mouth, meeting mine in a sensual dance. In that kiss, I could taste his desire mingling with my own. I could taste his desire mingling with my own. This kiss was different than the ones before it. It was still surprisingly gentle and sweet, but it was full of volatile passion. It was as if we were discarding everything in the world and the only thing that mattered was the two of us at this moment.
“How about we leave the woodworking lessons for another day,” Nic said before lifting me up in his arms and hoisting me over his shoulder.