He rushed back in and closed the door behind him. I reached for his arms as he climbed onto my bed and kissed me. He had Aventus on his skin, like he understood it was my favourite. His mouth trailed from my lips down to my neck and when up to my jaw, giving it a bite. I let him work his ways on me because anything beyond sensuous kissing, I wouldn't exactly know how to react.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to grab that ass," Nick said breathlessly, groping his hands behind me towards my bum for a few squeeze. "Those big tight ass."

"Go ahead, they're all yours. I'm all yours," I said under my heavy breath, caressing his abs up to his chest and nipples, arousing him further.

"I've always wanted to taste you, Zahida," he confessed, kissing my jaw and my cheeks while pulling one of his hands from my bum towards my chest and unbuttoned my pyjama shirt hastily. "You're the most desirable item on my bucket list."

"Really? Since when?" I asked, feeling honoured by his revelation but partially suspected that his raging hormones could be the one that drove him to talk gibberish.

"From the moment you called me 'python'," Nick chuckled.

I was blown away by this information. Nick already had feelings for me? No, he had the desire to lick me off my skin. But I thought he wanted me dead.

"I thought sending my head back to Borneo is in your bucket list," I recalled.

He laughed. "That one too. Your head will be deported to Borneo while your body stays here with me." I looked at him in disbelief, picturing another horrific images in my mind. Seeing the franticness in my expression he said, "Please don't plant that in your head. I was only joking."

I sighed in relief and kissed him again, pushing my way down to his neck. Then he took off his tan borg collared faux suede jacket after realising it as was still intact in his body. He tossed it onto the floor while shedding the rest of his tops; grey neck warmer, navy long sleeve knitted shirt and his white tank top, all in order, revealing his body art for me to admire from beneath him.

He bent down to kiss me before moving his lips to kiss my exposed nipples. It felt ticklish at first but it gradually became stinging when he had it in between with his teeth. I gently pushed him away when I no longer felt stimulated by it but he refused as he stretched out his arms, clamping my wrist against the mattress and continued sucking. I gave in, enduring the pain until he stopped. He propped himself up and looked down at me, unzipping his jeans to reveal his big protruding self behind the boxer.

"Woah! No!" I chastised frantically. "You can't and you won't"

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," he said playfully.

"I have my boundaries too. Don't step on it!"

"What? I came here all the way just for a foreplay?" he groaned in frustration.

"Then foreplay you shall have," I said definitely.

He grunted and got out of the bed. He pulled up his jeans, zipped it and began to pick his clothes lying on the floor.

I looked at him in astonishment. "What are you doing? Are you leaving?"

"What does it look like?"

"Come on, do men always have to resort into sex?" I asked.

"I haven't had one for over a year," he disclosed. "What do you think?"

"Sorry, can't relate," I argued. "Never had any at all."

"Yeah, tacit," he said, putting his tank top back on.

I stared at his delicious body for a moment before I said, "Wait. I can give you head."

"It won't suffice," he declined. "I'm not that desperate for blow jobs."

"So you're desperate for sex?" I asked.

"No. I'm desperate for you," he said, pulling his shirt down.

Melted by his words, I finally gave a quick second thought before he aimed for the door. "Okay, just a tip without breaking my ring. That's all I can offer you," I negotiated.

He paused and stared at me for a moment to reconsider my proposal before undoing his shirt, "You're persuasive but wasted precious time."