The Sculptor

Chapter 34

My towel fell off again the remaining water trickle down my body flowing between the two of us, he cupped my head gently keeping me from running from his kisses. It was almost too much for me, I was finally getting what I wanted; him. I sighed into his mouth drowning in his wet kisses, I felt weightless in his arms his muscles contorting as he pulled me to him tighter making my legs go weak for a moment. Nicholas had me falling for him, literally, I never imagined this how it would be, him and I, us in the middle of the bathroom; standing in a warm pool of water clawing at each other's bodies. I pictured something a little more romantic. He stopped kissing at me, his deep blue eyes searching mine for a brief moment,

"What?" I replied inaudibly,

"I just wanted to look at you for a moment" he slid his hands down my shoulders down my arms, before he took my hands, "Unfortunately I have to stop, but we will continue this later" he said his face unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was pained or upset, he stooped pulling my towel around me once again. This time I wasn't as upset as the other times my desire for him was through the roof, I really wanted him but I didn't just want to be like the other girls. I didn't want to just be sex, I wanted to be everything for him, and everything everyone couldn't be. I wanted to change everything that happened to him.

Nicholas stared at my eyes fiery, lips hungry for a taste of me, but he walked away,

"Where are you going?" I sounded,

"Away from you because if I stay here with you like that" he gestured up and down, "I don't think I could control myself" he closed the door behind him. Three times, three times, the way how we were going we would have about twenty encounters and nothing would come of them.

I went to my room getting dressed, going into his office, I walked in slowly as I watched him sitting in front of a blank canvas. He glanced between his camera and canvas, he finally took the brush up, dipped in black paint before placing a single stroke on it before he cocked his head on a side and sighed frustratingly. He tossed the canvas to the floor making me jerk slightly he groaned grabbing another one from the floor. He slammed it on the stand grabbing the brush again, I approached him slowly. He grabbed his head aggressively groaning periodically, I glanced over his shoulder, he held his camera it was a nude shot of Gabriella I assumed they took it today. I felt my blood warming with jealousy but I kept calm even if she was my sister, I really didn't have to like her; and I didn't.

"Heyyyy you okay?" I said cautiously and I startled him also,

"Didn't know you were here" he turned away turning over the camera awkwardly, I cocked an eyebrow at him, rolling my eyes after,

"Yeaaa I've been here a while, long enough to see you throw that on the ground" I sassed taking a seat on the other stool, I kept my eyes on him,

"Just can't figure out where I want to go with this piece" he sighed, he glanced at the camera before he peeped at me from behind the canvas, "So what brings you here? Thought you didn't want to be subjected to my 'filth'" I could hear the mischief in his voice but he wasn't going to bother me so easily,

"Well seeing you can't even get a stroke on the canvas I don't think you could even get a stroke in person" I shrugged before turning away to snigger under my breath. He scoffed before peeping at me again,

"And yet you're still curious about this stroke so I don't know who's sadder you, or me" he shrugged again.

He seemed to finally get his mind in the right place and was working diligently while I just sat there on my phone. His groaning stopped and occasionally two big blue eyes which seemingly fit his dark skin tone so well popped out to look at me.

"You know what you need?" I asked, he stared at me, "a change in scenery",

"I could always work in the bedroom" he shrugged,

"Not like that. Think bigger, you're always in this house, which is boring if you ask me" I started walking around, "this is all you look at, these and those" I gestured to his desk and then the other paintings,

"I'm a hard-working man Miss. Bennett" he replied, and I rolled my eyes at the name,

"Yes but look at you struggling to even make a line getting frustrated at the simplest thing, you're brain's fried you need a break and I know the perfect way for you to relax" I smiled, he glared at me for a moment ignoring me he went back to work. I really wanted to get out of the house, I was here for weeks not doing anything else but lying in bed and when I could I cleaned. We weren't doing anything really, just one afternoon wouldn't hurt and it could do him some good, get his creative juices flowing. I frowned at how stubborn he was, he really did jus exist in this house,

"Nicholas, its just one afternoon," I said finally, "Just to get you in a better frame of mind"

"Or just so you could take me out" he mumbled,

"Would that be such a bad thing? Us going out?" I bit inside of my lip after I replied, two steps forward and four hundred backward, he's acting like we weren't just minutes away from getting friction burns from having sex on the bathroom floor.

I went back fiddling with the tools I knew nothing about, he could see I was pissed as we kept sharing glares until he finally smirked,

"You don't have to look at me like that"

I remained quiet if he thought that cute smile was going to cause me to cave, he had another thing coming, "Alright we could go. I'm finished" he wiped his paint tainted hands,

"Finished? Finished what?"

"You," he said flipping the canvas around, it was a slightly abstract piece with me in different areas of the room, everything I was doing he was painting. Even me peeping over his shoulder, I don't know how he could convey so much emotion, but they were all beautiful, "So? Do you like it?" I approached it slowly, there was a bright smile on my face I couldn't believe that's what he was doing all this time.

"I love it" I looked between him and the painting,

"So, what is you wanted to do? Get out of the house?"

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes, whatever you want to do we'll do" he hugged me giving me a gentle squeeze.

I couldn't believe a man who lived on an island didn't have any, I repeat any beach attire, but we got him into a pair of shorts, and I guess it would work for now until he bought some. I slipped into my black monokini, and a pair of slippers, he was outside waiting for me, he decided we'll use my car since I was taking him out.

He was leaned against the car his shirt thrown over his shoulder casually, his skin glistened in the afternoon rays, he glanced up and his eyes met mine; now brown but I still felt the same sinking feeling I felt whenever he looked at me. I just threw on a flowing white skirt over my bathing suit and fluffed my hair, his eyes twinkled as he watched me walk past.

This was our first official outing, I knew we were going to have a great time as he got into the passenger seat eyes darting around my body. Nicholas McClain kept staring at me as we pulled out the driveway and down the street as our day was about to get a whole lot more interesting.