Turning me in his arms, Nick kissed me sensuously, his mouth coaxing my lips apart. When I felt his tongue touch mine I shivered, my knees giving way as I whimpered. I wrapped my arms around his back for support and felt for the first time his erection against my belly. His hands moved to my head, holding my face still as his mouth continued its assault on mine.
More. I had to have more. But ...
"The windows ... god ... we have to move ..." I was practically incoherent and Kevin hadn't even touched me. Yet.
Turning off the light Kevin said, "C'mon, let's take this upstairs."
I was incapable of speech, so Nick made the decision for me. Brushing my hair back from my face he smiled at me. You know the one, right? The smile that promises to love you so hard and so deep you can't stand it ... the one that makes you want to just scream *take me now*...
"Ok?" he asked in the darkness.
Somehow I found my voice enough to whisper *yes*.
Closing his eyes, he kissed me chastely on the forehead. When he would have pulled me through the doorway past Kevin I felt a hand on my arm.
Kevin nodded to Nick, "Go on up, we'll be there in a minute." And with a final glance at me, Nick was gone.
My heart was in my throat and I was scared. I was scared of what we were about to do, but more scared that it would somehow fall apart and *never* happen.
Somehow Kevin knew this was not a time for words. Lifting my face to his he said, "My turn."
God, it was so different ... his height, the pressure of his mouth on mine ... he tasted different. Not bad, just different. I kissed him back and as I leaned closer his hand pressed against my mound. Even through my jeans I know he could feel the dampness beneath. His thumb unerringly found just the right pressure point and I bucked against him. He was good. Damn, he was good.
Just as I would lose myself in him, he pushed me away. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable as he took my hand and led me up the stairs.
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Kevin was good, but Nick was better. My room was my pride and joy. I had spent a small fortune decorating it and when I walked through the door to a soft glow, I knew it had been worth every penny. Every candle I owned flickered in the soft breeze coming in through the open French doors. Nick had turned back the covers on my antique four poster bed and soft music played.
It was as if they had read my mind. Every fantasy I'd ever had was being played out for me. "How did you-"
"This is for you, baby," Nick whispered. "Just look around. You made it so easy, Bec, this room and everything in it is like a mirror."
"A reflection of your soul," Kevin added. "Just live it, Rebecca Dawn. Live
out every secret wish you've ever had and maybe, just maybe, Nicky and I
will live out a few of our own."
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