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“You’ve had a long-term boyfriend.”
“Who dumped me after the first time we did it.”
“He what?”
She glanced over Nick’s shoulder, a cluster of surprise gifts on his bedside table catching her eye: a notebook for writing, two plush otters holding hands with a heart that read ‘You’re My Otter Half’, and a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of daisies, which crowded a new framed photo of…
Me.
Hair wind-tousled and eyes crinkled in giddy laughter. Nick must’ve snapped the picture the previous year during their first swim at Evie Beach.
She happily waved off his Stuart question. “Ancient history.”
Nick softly skimmed his fingers along Evie’s cheek. “Well, history won’t be repeating on that score—unless you dump me.”
“Never.” She leaned in and kissed him then nuzzled into his neck. “Listen, your first time should be special. If you’d rather wait—”
“Evie, you’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”
Her heart nearly burst. She lifted her head, catching Nick’s grin running wild. “Even with chipmunk cheeks?”
“Especially with chipmunk cheeks.” He bit his bottom lip. “I have an idea. Fancy a shower?”
Evie couldn’t believe her luck. Bella Faith magazine had listed shower sex as their Position of the Month and Nick was gagging for it—with her! An exuberant “YES!” flew from her tongue.
Within seconds, they were a storm of frantic hands and greedy mouths, leaving a path of hastily discarded clothing in their wake. Evie ached with anticipation, exploring his shoulders and chest.
Pulling back, she saw Nick’s eyes were darker, needy, all traces of his earlier unease long gone. His fingers grazed her nipple through the coarse lace of her bra.
A self-conscious giggle edged past her enthusiasm. “Here, let me…” She unhooked the back clasp, shrugging the troublesome straps free, hoping Nick would still be turned on. Evie didn’t have Hayley’s desirable double Ds or her nipple piercing, which she boasted about in the comments on Nick’s Facebook, but as her focus fell, all nagging fears of inadequacy nosedived too as she became distracted by the thick bulge straining against the thin cotton of his boxer briefs.
“Evie…” He filled his palms with her breasts, squeezing softly. She nodded and he bowed his head, taking her left nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue twirling and sucking, coaxing the hardening peak.
As she pulled in a breath, she dug into his hair, fisting the silky strands. “Harder,” she whimpered, arching against his mouth. Nick complied, gently biting, licking, prodding, the insistent wickedness of his tongue around her swollen nipple intensifying the primal ache in her lower belly. If he kept this up, Evie would be liquid in seconds.
“Wait,” she cried, and Nick paused, tipping his head back. “Not yet.”
A smug smile awakened his dimples as he straightened up. His erection twitched, fighting its constraints. “Shower?”
Nick pushed open the shower’s glass door and ran the taps, gifting her with an unobstructed view of his luscious ass sheathed in tight cotton. The thought of dragging the material down his hips and teasing his hardness with her tongue blazed a torrent of wet heat between her legs. Evie had waited seven years for her Nikolai fantasies to come true, and she couldn’t wait another single throbbing second.
Let’s speed things up. Shimmying free from her thong, she slid it down her legs, letting it pool in a wisp of lace on her pale pedicure. She stared at Nick’s back, admiring the muscles tensing and relaxing as he tested the water’s temperature with his hand, wishing she could wrap herself around him for eternity and tattoo his name across her heart. My beautiful Nick.
Turning, he dropped his gaze below her belly button. His quick grin and the intensity of his appraisal, ablaze with desire and delight, made Evie feel adored and bold. She rushed forward, hooking her fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs, pulling them down.
She had never seen a more beautiful man. Granted, she’d only been naked with Stuart, but having Nick’s impressive length standing to glorious attention was a panty-wetting journal entry come true.
She didn’t have much time to gawk. Nick pulled her beneath the shower’s warm, pulsating spray and closed the door.
Evie kissed him breathlessly. “I want your first time to be amazing.”
Shifting closer, tighter, Nick’s erection poked her stomach. “It already is.”
He plucked a bottle of body wash from the shower’s recessed shelf and squeezed a golden swirl into her hands. She mixed it with water, working the soap into a creamy lather across his shoulders and chest. Stopping for a sniff before rinsing her palms, she didn’t recognize the potion’s sexy scent.
“Musk and sandalwood,” said Nick, his smouldering gaze snagging on her taut nipples as he massaged her breasts. “Is this okay?”
The fact that he’d ask and put her first—unlike Stuart—made Evie love him even more.
