it simple. First sex then get to know each other. I seem to be a virgin at real intimacy.” She let out a sigh, as if accepting the inevitable. “You win. What do you suggest?”
Thank you, God! If she had put up even one more protest Nick would have given in and done things her way. He had a feeling that would be a huge mistake.
“While I desperately want to take you into the bedroom and make love to you all night long, in as many different ways as I can possibly imagine, I think we need to slow down. Just a little.”
Lacey seemed to relax and even grinned.
“It’s a mild, clear night outside. Feel like sitting on the porch with me?” He could see her nervousness still, so he softly added, “No expectations. Just me, you and the stars.”
“Lead the way, Casanova.” She thrust out her hand, appeared pleased when he took it and let him take her to the front porch. Right away Nick felt the connection between them growing stronger. She was more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. This would be nice, he decided. This is what she needed from a man. Not just wild and crazy sex, but a
real bond.
They would cuddle and talk about nothing in particular, and then when the time was right, they’d head back into the house and he would take her to his bed where she belonged.
Anne Rainey
Chapter Six
She was so embarrassed. Lacey couldn’t believe she’d actually fallen asleep. Never had she done something so rude. It was mortifying.
On a happy note, she’d had the best night’s sleep in a long time. But would Nick ever forgive her? The last thing she remembered was sitting on the porch swing with Nick making wishes under the stars. It had been comfortable. Right. Then she woke up in his bed, with her jeans and t-shirt still on, no shoes, tucked under the covers . Had Nick actually carried her to bed while she’d snoozed? She couldn’t believe she’d slept through something so wonderful.
“Life is so not fair,” Lacey grumbled as she rolled out of bed, hastily shed her clothes and hopped into Nick’s shower. She wanted to find him and apologize properly for being so terribly rude. With any luck, he’d give her another chance.
Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and dried off using one of his oversized towels. She pressed her nose to the terrycloth and inhaled. Was it her imagination or could she really smell him? She slipped into a pair of jean shorts and a black crop top that she’d left at his place before then left the room. She didn’t bother to fix her hair; it would just have to dry naturally.
Moving down the hallway, she was caught by the sound of snoring. Nick always snored ridiculously loud. She looked toward the couch and there he lay, sprawled out. No shirt, no shoes, nothing but his jeans with the top button undone. Lord have mercy, the man had a fine looking chest and abs.
Tufts of soft, dark hair curled around each nipple and trailed a path downward over a taut stomach, only to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. His jaw was unshaven. If it were possible, he looked even more gorgeous. Sort of rougher around the edges. She had a moment to wonder what he’d look like with a mustache. Hmm, very handsome, probably. The man looked sinful no matter what.
Touching Lace
Lacey tiptoed over to the coffee table directly across from the couch and sat. She touched his jaw. He had such strong, masculine features. She traced one finger down his face to his collarbone and his chest. She had the overpowering urge to lick his nipples.
But her finger had a mind of its own as it continued to travel down his perfect body only to trace the button on his pants. Just as she started to reluctantly pull her hand away, Lacey heard a gravelly voice say, "Don’t stop now, I was just beginning to enjoy myself."
She thrust backward as if burned. "Uh, sorry. I was just, um, well, I was…" What could she say? Uh gee I was just molesting you in your sleep. No biggie.
“I was only trying to
Thank you, God! If she had put up even one more protest Nick would have given in and done things her way. He had a feeling that would be a huge mistake.
“While I desperately want to take you into the bedroom and make love to you all night long, in as many different ways as I can possibly imagine, I think we need to slow down. Just a little.”
Lacey seemed to relax and even grinned.
“It’s a mild, clear night outside. Feel like sitting on the porch with me?” He could see her nervousness still, so he softly added, “No expectations. Just me, you and the stars.”
“Lead the way, Casanova.” She thrust out her hand, appeared pleased when he took it and let him take her to the front porch. Right away Nick felt the connection between them growing stronger. She was more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. This would be nice, he decided. This is what she needed from a man. Not just wild and crazy sex, but a
real bond.
They would cuddle and talk about nothing in particular, and then when the time was right, they’d head back into the house and he would take her to his bed where she belonged.
Anne Rainey
Chapter Six
She was so embarrassed. Lacey couldn’t believe she’d actually fallen asleep. Never had she done something so rude. It was mortifying.
On a happy note, she’d had the best night’s sleep in a long time. But would Nick ever forgive her? The last thing she remembered was sitting on the porch swing with Nick making wishes under the stars. It had been comfortable. Right. Then she woke up in his bed, with her jeans and t-shirt still on, no shoes, tucked under the covers . Had Nick actually carried her to bed while she’d snoozed? She couldn’t believe she’d slept through something so wonderful.
“Life is so not fair,” Lacey grumbled as she rolled out of bed, hastily shed her clothes and hopped into Nick’s shower. She wanted to find him and apologize properly for being so terribly rude. With any luck, he’d give her another chance.
Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and dried off using one of his oversized towels. She pressed her nose to the terrycloth and inhaled. Was it her imagination or could she really smell him? She slipped into a pair of jean shorts and a black crop top that she’d left at his place before then left the room. She didn’t bother to fix her hair; it would just have to dry naturally.
Moving down the hallway, she was caught by the sound of snoring. Nick always snored ridiculously loud. She looked toward the couch and there he lay, sprawled out. No shirt, no shoes, nothing but his jeans with the top button undone. Lord have mercy, the man had a fine looking chest and abs.
Tufts of soft, dark hair curled around each nipple and trailed a path downward over a taut stomach, only to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. His jaw was unshaven. If it were possible, he looked even more gorgeous. Sort of rougher around the edges. She had a moment to wonder what he’d look like with a mustache. Hmm, very handsome, probably. The man looked sinful no matter what.
Touching Lace
Lacey tiptoed over to the coffee table directly across from the couch and sat. She touched his jaw. He had such strong, masculine features. She traced one finger down his face to his collarbone and his chest. She had the overpowering urge to lick his nipples.
But her finger had a mind of its own as it continued to travel down his perfect body only to trace the button on his pants. Just as she started to reluctantly pull her hand away, Lacey heard a gravelly voice say, "Don’t stop now, I was just beginning to enjoy myself."
She thrust backward as if burned. "Uh, sorry. I was just, um, well, I was…" What could she say? Uh gee I was just molesting you in your sleep. No biggie.
“I was only trying to
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