Chasing Carly (Holiday Cove 3)

When the sun set, the conversation lulled and we stared out over the beach, our hands resting together on the small table between us. “Come on,” Nick said, standing from his seat, his hand still linked with mine.

I let him pull me from the chair. “Where are we going?” I asked, smiling because I had a good feeling I already knew the answer.

“Somewhere where I can have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

I shivered at the dark and hungry look in his eyes as they roved over me again. I bit my lower lip to contain the drool and nodded.

Nick led the way upstairs to the loft space where the master bedroom was located. It was the same as the rest of the house. Impersonal but pretty. A large, beech wood king size bed dominated the room with polished wood, crisp white linens, and double the amount of pillows a normal person would have.

“Do you have a maid?” I asked, wrinkling my nose as I looked at the tightly made bed.

Nick chuckled. “No, I just spent a lot of years doing hospital corners. A made bed is kinda a non-negotiable.”

I laughed. “Well, then be glad we’re here and not at my place.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d stopped to make my bed other than when the sheets were fresh from the dryer. And even then it never looked half as polished as Nick’s job.

I took a slow step into him and ran my fingertips up the front of his shirt, pressing into the firm muscles that lay concealed beneath it. “One question though…how do you feel about messing it all up?”

He flashed a half-cocked grin and before I could react, he swept me up off the floor as though I weighed nothing and tossed me onto the bed. I laughed as I landed. “I’m looking forward to making a mess of it with you.”

“That’s very, very good news,” I purred, my voice low and throaty. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he crossed the room to the dresser that matched the bed.

Nick lit a trio of candles with a lighter that had been tucked in the top drawer and then killed the overhead light, leaving the room in a soft, intimate glow between the candlelight and the moonlight streaming in through the slats of the wooden shutters on the window.

Normally, I would have objected, preferring the dark when participating in activities that required nudity, but with Nick, that was the last thing on my mind. I not only wanted to see every inch of him, but I wanted him to see me too. He made me feel beautiful and sexy—even on my off days where my jeans felt too tight.

As he came back to the bed, he paused to take me in as I lay back against the pillows. “Damn, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get you here.”

“Plotting since the beginning, huh?” I said teasingly.

“Absolutely,” he said, smiling at me. He lowered onto the bed and dragged me against him. With a wisp of his fingers, he smoothed my hair away from my face before cupping the side of my face and bringing my lips to his. The kiss started gentle and soft, but quickly grew more urgent as we melted together. I pressed into him, loving the contrast between my soft body and his hard, firm…very firm in some places…body.

Nick parted my lips with his tongue and swirled the tip over my lips and tongue, tasting, exploring every inch. His hands started a similar mission as they slid from the side of my face down my neck, over my shoulder, and down my bare arm. Wherever his fingertips touched, warmth spread from that point out until my entire body was like putty against him. Pliable and ready.

My fingers slipped under the front of his shirt, no longer able to keep myself from the temptation of his hotness. I smoothed over each section of his abs and then up to trace the lines of his pecs and over his nipples. Nick gasped and bit down on my lip, taking every sensation to the next level.

He pulled my hips onto him so that I was straddling him. I rubbed against the bulge in his pants while he stripped both of my shirts over my head in one fluid motion. He tossed them on the floor and unhooked the sheer black bra that I’d chosen specifically for the occasion.

It was a black silk bra with lacy cups that did nothing to conceal my hard, pointed nipples. Nick fingered them through the lace and I ground my hips against him even harder. He smiled and tossed my bra aside.

His large hands fit perfectly over my boobs as they fell forward. The sight of his strong hands on my bare skin made me wetter and I whimpered as his thumb and fingers teased my tender nipples. His fingers were long and thick and made it impossible not to wonder what they’d feel like buried inside of me.