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“Yeah. I’ve made myself come to images of you just like this since the day I first met you out on the sand.”
“That’s hot,” I whispered because in hindsight I was pretty sure I had been doing the same in my own room next door. I just hadn’t quite let my brain connect the dots until now.
“This is hotter.”
“Show me how you like it,” I asked, wanting this to be just as good for him as what he had just done to me. I had never touched another guy before and I wanted to make sure I was doing this right.
“Any way you touch me is going to be amazing,” Nick breathed. “But I like it here,” he continued, reaching down to guide my hand, moving my thumb to the cleft on the underside of his head. I ran my thumb across it on my next downward stroke which immediately had him moaning.
“Yes. Like that,” Nick panted. He kept his hand around mine for the next few strokes, helping me set the pace he liked before he dropped his hold. I took that as my cue and I worked him over the way he’d shown me, feeling a burst of pride at how wrecked I was making this perfect man beneath me as he came undone.
Nick’s breathing picked up and he dropped his head back on the pillow. I knew he was close.
“Keep going,” Nick pleaded, a desperate edge to his voice that had me smiling. I did as he asked, watching with rapt attention as he said my name, hips lifting off the bed as he came all over my hand. I stroked him right to the end, not sure I had ever seen anything so hot in all my life.
Nick was still breathless and I felt pride in my chest when I let go of him and lay down beside him on his pillow, watching him recover.
“Fuck, Ajay,” he finally muttered, eyes a little wild as they studied my face. “You are more amazing in real life than even my wildest dreams.”
I smiled at that, liking those words way more than I should have. Nick watched me, a seriousness on his face I wasn’t used to seeing. I wished I knew what he was thinking, what he really thought about this, about me.
He twisted onto his side, mirroring the way I was turned towards him. His hand came down to my hip, moving softly over my waist, the curve of my ass and back up my sides as we just watched each other.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, whether that was my cue to go back to my bedroom or not. But I didn’t want to go and it seemed Nick wanted me to stay a little longer when he leaned down to press another kiss on my lips. It was soft and gentle and I liked it as much as the other hot and heavy kisses we’d shared.
I’d never known how amazing it was to just lay beside someone and kiss with his warm body pressed up to my side. We kissed for ages, just soft and gentle and so incredible. I could have kissed him like that for hours more.
But it didn’t stay soft and gentle. Nick’s tongue speared my mouth and I was putty for him as things kicked off into gear once again. Nick shifted on top of me, his body pressed into mine as I opened my thighs to let him in closer.
Things escalated fast from there, both of us hot and hard again after that beautiful recovery time and I got to experience a whole other way of doing things with a guy as Nick ground against me, my mind close to exploding with all the things he was making me feel. Especially when he snaked a hand betweenus, gripping us both in his large fist and I wasn’t sure I would ever come back down again from this high of having Nick at last.
CHAPTER 16
nick
Iwas convinced last night had been just a dream, one I’d had more times than I could count in the past fortnight since Ajay had stepped onto the beach and into my life.
But the sound of his soft breathing as he slept on my pillow, curls all tumbled around his beautiful face, told me it had all been real, that Ajay had truly spent the night with me in my bed. That the kiss had been real. That last night had really happened.
It had been more perfect than anything I had been able to conjure in my dreams. He’d been nervous but I could see how much he wanted it, had revelled in every single touch, every single kiss.
I watched him sleep, this perfect boy with his perfect face and that sun kissed body that was designed just to fit mine. Everything about him called to me.
I might have been in a lot more trouble than I realised.
Yesterday had been a massive challenge in self-restraint. I’d spent the entire training course up in Wollongong thinking about that kiss out under the cold tap, trying to replay every single moment and component in my head. To separate fact from fiction. Had I succumbed to the madness he had placed over me and kissed him? Or had he kissed me first?
In my memory it was Ajay who had broken the thrall and closed the tiny gap between our lips. And it was also Ajay who had come down the hallway and knocked on my door last night.
Bloody hell, this boy.
I could only think of his bravery with admiration. I mean, sure, anyone within a ten foot radius would have been able to pick up on how badly I was crushing on him. But I had tried to hide it as best I could from the man himself, mostly because I didn’t want to be crushed under the weight of disappointment.
I was so far from disappointed there wasn’t even a word in the English language to describe it.
I also quite liked the fact that Ajay had shifted to share my pillow during the night despite the vast expanse of bed on his other side. I liked that a whole lot.
I didn’t like the fact that there was a sheet covering his lower half, splayed on his hip like a taunt. I wanted to see all of him just like the way he’d let me see him last night. I’d seen every part of him, had tasted him, touched him. Still wanted a whole lot more of him.
