Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) by Ml Preston Page A

and I could see him looking at me. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn’t. His stare beckoning my attention.
    “Nicholas.” My tone was soft while trying to scare up the nerve to talk about last night.
    “Yes?” His eyes were wide with curiosity and a slight grin on his face. He had slight stubble appearing on his jawline and he licked his lips as if he was thirsty.
    “Um, my house may be a little disarrayed from us getting dressed last night. Just want to warn you.” Shit, I can’t talk to this guy without wanting to fucking jump his bones. I needed to gain focus here.
    “I have a younger sister. I know how women can be.” His reply was innocent and caused me to smile, feel a little at ease.
    I opened the door to my place and was totally embarrassed by the actual mess we left— clothes and shoes strewed everywhere, a variety of undergarments, wineglasses along with two empty bottles of wine. “Shit.” His words came out with the same feeling of shock I was expressing.
    “I’m sorry about this, Nicholas. Really, I am a clean person.”
    “I kind of figured that based on the dentist office in your purse.” He laughed. I picked up a few of the girls items and moved them so Nicholas could have a place to sit.
    “You girls went through a whole department store,” Nicholas said, laughing as he picked up a dress laying across the couch.
    “We had a few adjustments to make,” I said, grabbing the dress from him. “I’m going in my room to get changed. If you want something to drink, help yourself in the kitchen.” I blushed a little thinking about the kitchen encounter we had at his place this morning and he smiled at me when I caught my words. ‘I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” I added and hurried to my room not wanting to face him at this awkward moment.
    I threw on underwear, jeans, a white T-shirt, and sandals. All that dancing in those heels last night had my feet in slight discomfort. I put my hair up in a ponytail, put on basic hoop earrings, and was ready to go.
    “Ready?” I said to him as I re-entered the living room. He stood, eyes on me, and without breaking his gaze, walked toward me.
    “You are still beautiful.” His words are full of desire as he leaned in to kiss me.
    “What are we doing?” My voice broke the moment. “I mean, is this only sex for you or what?” He grabbed my face and kissed me, interrupting what I was saying. When we separated, my breath left with him. I felt light-headed and dizzy.
    “Six years. I’ve wanted you for six years. Believe me; I’m not going to let a chance to have you forever get away.”
    “Okay,” I said, exhaling deeply and putting aside all fears and uncertainties and deciding to go with it. I felt at ease for once, at peace somehow, knowing that he would not hurt me.
    “Come on, let’s go. I know you are hungry; you must be with all that work this morning,” he said, his smile appealing to the growing hunger deep within my loins. Grabbing my hand, we walked to the parking garage, got in his car, and left. He plugged in his iPod and selected a playlist called driving tunes. Jake Owen’s Real Life started playing and I looked over at Nicholas.
    “What you don’t like this?”
    “No Jake is fine, one of my favorites actually. I’m a bit surprised that you listen to it. Especially after the way you danced last night.” He chuckled a bit, finding amusement in my comment.
    “I actually like a lot of different music genres including classical. What about you, what are your interests in music?” Since this is one of the more concrete things we had in common and a way to ease the tension, I was pleased to engage in this conversation.
    “I like all genres too. Sometimes it is my mood that determines what I will listen to that day, including while at work. It soothes me if I feel rushed or if I need motivation.”
    “You strike me as the type of person who does not need any type of motivation.”
    “The façade does its job. I’m sort of