Nicky would say it, wanted to say it, but only when he was less awkward. More comfortable with the fact that he wanted to kiss a taken girl. For, she was taken. And Nicky was well aware that he couldn't really have her for himself because of it.
Nicky's tongue darted across her sweet lips, tasting and begging for entrance. A hand left it's place on her stomach to hold around her neck and bring her closer. The other slipped under her shirt, testingly resting on her smooth skin, right close to her breasts, but not touching.