Chapter twenty five

Crystal froze on the spot. Her first thought being to just keep on walking away. So what if he had seen her? It didn't mean she had to give him any sort of explanation. This was a conversation she would gladly have with him another time. When she wasn't dressed in a see through lace and silk nightdress.
She took one step.
" And now you're running away. So did you just wake up to spy on me then go back to bed? "
She didn't sense any hint of humor or sarcasm in his tone. He actually sounded serious. Like he believed she was stalking him.
Well, she couldn't have that!!
She walked back to the doorway and peered in so that he could see her face clearly.
Only her face.
" I wasn't spying on you! I just wanted some- " she bit her lip.
" Some what? "
" Ice cream.. " she stated in a low tone.
Nick raised his brows. Why the hell did he find that so cute!
" Then come and have it, "
Crystal looked down at herself. Then she peered back in and shook her head.
" Nah, I'm good. I don't want it anymore. "
Nick kept on eating his fruits. He had noticed her the second she had appeared there. Like he was naturally engineered to realise her presence. And the only reason he'd come to the kitchen in the first place was to try and put some distance between them. Because the few walls between his room and hers were not strong enough.
But here she was. Only steps away.
" Are you scared? "
" What? Of course not. I'm just not hungry anymore. " she protested and he gave her a curt nod.
" I see. You are scared, "
He still refused to face her. That would be too much. He was better off standing there just staring at his bowl of fruits. Which made him wonder why he wasn't letting her leave.
Crystal argued that she wasn't scared. And she still really wanted her ice-cream. I mean, the fridge was right there. She thought about it for a while. Maybe she was overreacting. He didn't really seen to be interested in her, he hadn't even looked at her. Plus the kitchen was very large and she did have long hair. She could use it to cover herself up.
And if she still felt uncomfortable then she would simply take the whole tub of ice cream to her room and devour it from there.
Easy.
With her mind set up, she decided to go in. So she brought her hair over her shoulders and slowly walked in. Her main focus being the fridge.
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Don't look.
Nick repeated the words over and over in his head like a mantra.
Don't look...
If he did he doubted there would be a chance of him being able to stay still. She scared him. It sounded silly but it was the absolute truth. She scared him unlike anyone else he'd ever met. Because she held the power to bring him to his feet by simply staring at him. And he was already weak to begin with. Having spent hours pacing in his room before he took a cold shower and ran downstairs.
Don't look....
He didn't want to. He didn't want to lose his control there. He wanted to prove that he could keep his hands to himself despite the situation. Because despite the fact that he wanted her, he knew that he had to wait for a suitable time to satiate the ever growing hunger.
DON'T LOOK!!!...
But there was still that little devil that wanted him to do just that. That part of him that he had lost control of the moment he walked into that washroom all those days ago. That part of him that was slowly challenging him to turn his head and look at her. That was making him take in deeper breaths because it knew that the air was now laced with her refreshing scent.
Heartbeat increasing.
Concentration disappearing.
Control being lost.
He looked.
Jesus Christ..... he looked. And in those few seconds afterwards, he knew he was in trouble. And there was no way to get himself out of it.
He watched her as she placed the tub of ice cream on the very end of the island. Then she took a spoon and opened it up before looking around for a bowl. She looked inside the drawers, and cabinets but clearly didn't find any. Then she looked up at the ones on the wall and she saw them through the glass that covered the pristine furniture.
She wasn't wearing any heels and he noticed just how short she was. He also noticed just how short her outfit was. The black silk barely made it to her mid-thigh. And he couldn't help but stare at her bare legs. At how the flimsy dress hiked up her thighs as she stood on her tiptoes to try and reach the top drawer.
The simple sight trapped him in an invincible net that was stopping him from moving. He tightened his hold on the fork in his hand until it almost cut into his skin. She stopped her task and placed both her hands on her waist before blowing out a breath. Looking defeated.
The proper thing would be to go over there and help her. But if he did that then what he did afterwards would be in no way proper.
From where she was Crystal wondered what was wrong with him. She was sure he could see her struggling. She could practically feel his eyes burning the skin on her back. But he chose not to. Just how uncaring could he be?
She had honestly never eaten straight out of a can before. And she wasn't about to start now. So she made a new resolution to climb onto the cabinets and reach the ones on the wall. If he wouldn't help her then she would prove to him that she could help herself.
Nick studied her intently. Then he saw her taking her slippers off and wondered what she had in mind. A question that was naturally answered when she stared cautiously climbing the cabinet.
He was having trouble looking at her from the ground. So he couldn't imagine what he would do if she was standing up there. Clearly visible for his eyes to take in.
So he strode over to where she was and he could see the tension as it built up in her shoulders. Then she stood back on her feet and put her slippers on.
" Are you intentionally trying to kill me? " he asked right next to her ear. His voice sounded tortured. She frowned but made no move to look at him.
" Wh... what do you mean? "
He huffed out a breath.
" What are you reaching for? "
" Um... the bowl? " she pointed up just for emphasis or maybe she was trying to make sure her body still possessed the ability to move.
She decided to move aside so that he would have more space to reach for the top shelf. And also his body heat was doing strange things to her. But the moment she attempted to step aside, he placed both his hands on either side of her waist. She involuntarily shivered at the contact. Then he lifted her off the ground and she shrieked.
" Take it. "
She barely heard him. She was too busy realising that her feet were no longer on the floor. And that he held her as if she didn't weigh a thing.
" Thought you said you wanted the bowl, "
" What?.. Oh yeah, "
She opened the cabinet and quickly took the bowl.
" Got it. "
Nick lowered her down. But he still didn't remove his hands from where he had firmly placed them. Her dress was mostly bare on the back so he could feel her skin against his. He retracted his hands, expecting her to walk away as fast as she could. But instead she turned to face him. Her amber eyes sparked with what he termed as curiosity. Then she stared at him as if she were seeing him for the first time.
And for once, he was the one unable to hold her gaze.
It weakened him.
She placed the bowl on the surface behind her without turning. Then she reached up and captured that stubborn lock of hair that always turned wild after a shower. Using her slender fingers to delicately push it back. And that gentle touch made him as hard as he could be.
She placed her hand on his cheek and the softness of her skin was more arousing than anything else she could have done. He held her wrist, intent on pulling her away.
But he couldn't.
She barely reached past his chest. Nick ran his fingers through her hair and slowly moved it back. She seemed to be broken from whatever trance she had been in and wanted to turn aside. But he stopped her. Letting his eyes roam down. Then he realised that maybe she WAS trying to intentionally kill him. He could see her breasts through the lace fabric. He could see just how hard and pebbled her lovely pink nipples were.
And the image made him painfully hard. He could probably fuck a hole through a brick wall.
" Crystal, " was all he said. Looking at her from under eyes hooded with lust. Then he wrapped his arm around her and moved her back and against the drawers.
He crashed his lips to hers. And Crystal could feel the hard ridge of his cock through the pants he wore. He held the back of her head, angling her as per his will. Sucking on her lips before proceeding to do the same with her tongue. He gave her no room to relax and when she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer, she was rewarded with a deep groan from the back of his throat which she swallowed into her own.
He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. Not breaking the passionate kiss even as he led her onto the island and placed her on top. And when he finally did pull away, she wanted him back. She wanted to savour in the fruity taste of his mouth. But then she stopped thinking when he started kissing the curve of her neck.
And her shoulder. Then he placed butterfly kisses down her arm before he slowly slid the straps of her nightdress down. It gathered in a pool around her waist. Leaving her completely bear to his intense gaze.