NICHOLAS POV
I abandoned my drink, the stool scraping back with a sharp noise as I stood.
My hands found her waist before I could overthink it, fingers digging in just enough to feel the give of her flesh beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.
She gasped....just a little, just for me...and then I was pulling her forward, right onto my lap.
She came willingly.
Her knees hit the stool on either side of my hips, her skirt riding up just enough that I could feel the heat of her thighs through the fabric of my jeans.
She was straddling me, her weight settling against me in a way that made my breath stutter. Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of my shirt like she needed something to hold onto.
"Nico...." she started, but I didn't let her finish.
