Chapter 22 I Can Speak the French Language

• Kiara POV
• As soon we got inside my apartment, “So, I believe you had a great day at work?” Nick asked. I sat down with a slump, while I kept my handbag beside me. With my head on the headrest of the couch, an image of him popped up in my head. I muffled a grunt before shaking my head. “Kiara?” Nick called my name softly, and then I sit up. “Is there a problem?” He asked worriedly, his dark brown eyes watching my face. I forced a little smile and say, “There's no problem, why?” He pulled my hand and made me rise to my feet, “Then I guess your mind was not here” He says huskily, pulling me to sit onto his laps. “How was your first at work?” His steady breath fanning against my collarbone, and then he bites my earlobe, which caused a flood between my thighs. I subconsciously closed my eyes, and his face appeared immediately. I quickly flung my eyes open, I should concentrate on my relationship with Nick now, Moreover, he's my boyfriend and as a matter of fact, he likes me very much. His bare hands were already inside my blouse, fondling with my boobs. That seems to brought me back to reality, I moaned out softly as his finger teases my nipples. My entire body vibrated as his arousal hardened beneath my arse. “Nick…” In an abrupt movement, I turned to him and took his lips into my mouth, which he reciprocated hungrily. He undresses me while I unbuckled his belt, without breaking free from the intense kiss. I just needed to get rid of these inexplicably feelings, they are driving me crazy. I should love the man who loves me, and that's what I'm doing, I'm going to love you crazily, Nick.
• In a blink, he swept me off my feet, and I was already in his arms, still delving deep into each other's mouth, not willing to even break to catch our breath. And as expected, he headed for my room.