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I lay limp on the mattress, Nick’s body a heavy weight on top of me as I literally floated. I had never felt anything like the wayNick was making me feel, this new world so muchmorethan anything I had ever experienced. I felt like he had opened my eyes, unlocked a part of me I had never known, like this summer was the start of a whole new life for me. Cliché maybe but that was the only thoughts I could latch onto as I closed my eyes and drifted into the most peaceful slumber I had ever known.
CHAPTER 20
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It was fair to say the floodgates well and truly opened after that morning when Ajay had let me fuck him into the mattress. The day when I suddenly and most unexpectedly had Ajay all to myself and I had gone a little mindless at the idea. Having the house to ourselves was as unexpected as it was possibly the best thing that had ever happened in the history of humankind.
Ajay was absolutely insatiable, like a little sex nymph who couldn’t get enough of me. The good news was that I felt exactly the same way about him. I was completely and utterly obsessed with him, with his sweet body. The body that was made just for mine.
In the back of my mind was an awareness that this was all new to Ajay. Occasionally a few unwelcome thoughts would even pop up that I should try and slow us down a little. But then he’d look at me with thoseeyesand it was like trying put the cork back into a bottle of popped champagne. I just couldn’t.
And Ajay always rewarded me with those breathy moans, his whimpers and hisOh Nicky’sas we came together. I was an addict for those sounds. An absolutely ruined addict for him.
I’d started leaving bottles of lube and condoms in strategically hidden places all over the house what with the way Ajay would just look at me and then it would be on. I’d fuck him whenever and wherever he wanted me, every night, multiple times if he was particularly randy, and then again in the morning. We’d go for our usual surf, a quick one mind, and then I’d fuck him again pressed up to the tiles in the shower.
Sometimes I’d think we were done for the day but then Ajay would give me thatlookand it would be on again. I could Not. Get. Enough.
I wasinsatiable.
If Ajay thought about Kira he never mentioned it and I was egotistical enough to think that maybe I had banished all thoughts of her from his head. At least I certainly hoped I had. Indeed, I was finding it hard to think of anything but Ajay and that perfect body of his and getting mine into it as often as humanly possible.
It had been three days since Dane had gone back to Sydney, three days of impossibly amazing, incredible sexy times with Ajay.
It was nearing lunch time but I was in absolutely no hurry to extricate myself from my bed where Ajay was currently resting in my arms, his back to my front as I leaned us up against the headboard. His eyes were closed while my fingers played with his soft curls, his head on my chest, the day warm and humid already. I’d opened my window last night and a soft sea breeze was gentling the air as it fluttered through the curtains.
Perfection.
“Tell me about Tassie.”
“What about it?” he asked, eyes still closed on my chest.
“What was it like growing up there?”
“Tassie is … home,” he replied softly. “The winters are cold, freezing sometimes and the summers are mild. Nothing likethis. But it’s beautiful too, like there’s just mountains and lakes around every corner. A whole lot of nature.”
“You liked living there?”
“Yeah, I did. I had a really nice group of friends who I’d known since kindergarten. I miss them a bit. I miss my mum too. And Emily sometimes. Life is a lot slower and calmer there but you can breathe easier too. I think that’s what I miss most about living in Sydney.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” I said, stroking my hand down his chest. He was breathing steadily, eyes still closed as we talked. I liked this, being with him here like this. Maybe a bit too much if I was totally honest.
“You have any girlfriends back there?” I asked, watching as his lips curved up into a smile.
“A few.”
“I bet you were a real hit with the girls, huh? All these curls and your big, brown eyes. Plus girls love a guy with a guitar, right?”
“I did okay,” he said with a gentle shrug.
“Anyone significant?”
He shrugged again before he answered. “I had a girlfriend before I left for Sydney. Ellie was her name. I guess she was fairly significant at the time.”
I hummed in response, not sure why I automatically conjured up the image of my gorgeous boy with an equally cute country girl, a more wholesome type than his last ex. I didn’t much like that image truth be told.
“What about boys? You ever think about boys before?” I pressed, wanting to know everything about him.
“Not intentionally,” he said. “I mean, I never really thought about any guy in that way until you. But I guess, well, I suppose it’s always been there. Just easy to ignore.”
