�What are we doing?� I asked immediately. My heart was pounding in my head, I was so excited. Did he read my mind?
�We�re going for a walk. You might want to take those off,� he said pointing to my heels. �I�ll take mine off too.�
A moonlit walk, I kept thinking. I could barely contain my excitement. I unbuckled and slipped out of my shoes then, I took off my earrings and bangles and stashed them in my purse. I jumped out of the truck. He tossed his shoes in next to mine and closed the door. He took my hand and we headed for the shore but he stopped.
�Wait, let me see if there�s a blanket in the back,� he said returning to the truck. He came back to where I stood waiting for him with a huge, soft blanket enfolded in his arms. We walked down to the beach and he picked out a spot to spread the blanket.
�This is amazing,� I sighed once the blanket was spread and I faced the ocean.
�I know. I love coming down here at night when it�s empty and quiet.�
�I�ve only been to the shore at night once and it was my first time on a beach in general.�
�Where was that?�
�It was in Atlantic City with my mother. We went out to the boardwalk after dinner and then ran down to the shore.�
�I bet that was fun.�
�It was our first vacation. I was about seven or eight years old. It seems like only yesterday.�
It was a surprisingly clear night. The moon sparkled across the dark water like a beacon. I could just make out some of the brightest stars. Nick slipped his arms around me and hugged me close.
�So beautiful,� he whispered.
�Me or the scenery?� I asked.
�Both. Mostly you though,� he said. I smiled.
�You�re saying all the right things, sir.�
�Good. Come on, let�s walk a little bit.�
�What about the blanket?� I asked.
�It�ll be fine. Come on.�
�Ok.�
We walked a little ways down the beach, hand in hand. Neither of us spoke. We just walked and drank in the nights scents, sounds and sensations. I loved the feeling of sand beneath my bare feet, the tangy smell of wet sand and salt water and the sounds of the waves breaking over the shore. I wanted to remember that night always. If anything ever happened between Nick and I, I would always remember that night.
�I come here a lot to clear my head,� he said.
�This looks like a great place to do that. It�s so beautiful. I was hoping you�d bring me here when the coast came into view,� I replied.
�Good thing we were on the same page,� he said hugging me close.
�Yeah. . . just one thing.�
�What�s that?�
�I just can�t resist the water! I have to dip my feet in!� I exclaimed tearing out of his arms and running towards the water. I stood ankle deep in the water when I felt Nick behind me. He had rolled up his pants to his knees and followed me into the water. I cast him a smile, he smiled back. I turned back towards the moon, that�s when I felt the first spray of water.
I turned a shocked face towards Nick, who grinned mischievously.
�Did you splash me?�
�Nope. It was the man in the moon.�
�Funny, very funny. I�ll have you know I�ve won many a splash fight in my day.�
�Really?�
�Yes,� I said and kicked some water at him.
It was on. I grabbed the hem of my dress, which was short anyway but still I didn�t want to take any chances. This time Nick pulled his foot as far back as he could get it and kicked enough water at me to almost drench me but I ran. He came after me.
�You can�t just run away,� he called.
�I�m not running. I�m. . . . I�m strategizing,� I replied. He stopped and laughed. I took that moment to stop and this time I used both hands to scoop water up and fling it at him. Most of it caught him in the chest and face. This sobered his laughter quickly. Instead of retaliating he came after me. I turned and ran back toward the beach. I took about five maybe six good steps on semi-dry sand when he caught me.
�No fair!� I exclaimed. He started to drag me back toward the water.
�Nick what are you doing? Oh please, please don�t dunk me! Not in this dress!� I screamed. He continued to carry me back to the water. A cloud passed over the moon, I took that as an ominous sign.
�Nick! No! I�m sorry! I was only playin�!�
He held me out in front of him. I held my breath waiting to feel the rush of water and planning my revenge but, it never came. Instead, he slid me slowly to my feet in front of him. The only rush of water I felt was around my knees. The air around us crackled. I could see the night shining in his eyes.
�I wasn�t going to drop you,� he said slowly. I looked away.
�I wasn�t so sure,� I replied. One of his hands rested on my hip while the other touched my chin and guided my face to face him. He leaned down until his forehead rested on mine.
�I would never drop you,� he said. I knew he meant that to have a double meaning. My heart took flight in that moment.
�There you go again. . . . saying all the right things,� I told him.
�Good,� he said.
Time slowed as Nick lowered his head closer to mine. His other hand came to rest on my other hip. We were touching from head to toe. His forehead resting against mine, my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hips, underwater our toes touched. Our lips parted in anticipation, our breathes mingled and then our lips met. I leaned closer to him and he wrapped his arms more securely around me, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I felt like I was turning to liquid and mixing with the ocean water. He was nibbling on my bottom lip when I shivered. He pulled away.
�You�re cold,� he said.
�No, I�m not. I�m fine,� I said thinking, You�re keeping me warm. Then I shivered, again.
�Come on, let�s go back to the blanket,� he said taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. We started back towards the blanket
Once I saw the blanket lying up ahead I turned to Nick saying,
�Ok, see if you can catch me this time.� I tore off running, Nick�s jacket flapping behind me like a cape. I beat him to the blanket although, I think he let me.
�You won,� he said once he reached the blanket.
�Only because you let me. You didn�t even try to run.�
�I ran,� he said sinking down on to the blanket and pulling me down with him. �I can�t help it if I had a nice view distracting me.�
We were sprawled across the blanket. Nick laying on his back and I was lying on top of him with my legs between his. A very compromising position and I said so.
�This is a compromising position.�
�I know isn�t it nice?� he asked. He didn�t give me a chance to answer the question as he took hold of the lapels on his jacket and brought my lips down to his.
Nick�s lips are probably his most sensual feature. That straight upper lip and the full pouty bottom lip were created for kissing. His sexy smirk and come-hither smile were made possible by those lips. I love Nick�s lips. If I could write songs, I would write a whole song about his lips, which were devastating me at that moment.
�You�re. . . . making . . . . it. . . . so. . . . hard. . . . not. . . . to. . . . fall. . . . for. . . . you,� I said between kisses. Nick stopped.
�Me? I think it�s you,� he replied before claiming my lips again. This time I stopped.
�No, sweetheart, its you,� I said before claiming his lips paying special attention to the bottom one.
Nick was leaving feather light kisses along my neck and collarbone when he stopped to say,
�You know. . . . I don�t think I can drop you off at your hotel and just leave you there.�
�I don�t think I could get out of the car.�
�If you did, I�d have to follow you. You might need someone to tuck you in.�
�So. . . . what are you saying, Nick?�
�I�m saying, spend the night with me, Lexie.� Are we really ready for the next step? Yes!
�Ok, I�ll spend the night,� I whispered into his ear. He smiled and rolled me beneath him.
�Do you want to go now?� he asked as he left small kisses along my neck.
�My, someone is eager.�
�No, we can stay here as long as you want. I was just wondering if you wanted to get going or not.�
�Yeah, let�s go.�
With one last kiss, Nick stood, took both of my hands and pulled me to my feet. I helped him as he folded the blanket. Under one arm he carried the blanket and with his free arm he pulled me to his side. We walked like that back to the truck, his arm slung about my shoulders, our hips bumping against each other and laughing the whole time.
The ride to Nick�s house was an intense one. We couldn�t keep our hands off of each other. He would have his hand on my knee or thigh and I was playing with his hair or stroking his cheek. Anticipation was heavy in the air. We didn�t talk but we didn�t need to.
Nick pulled the truck into his driveway and hopped out. He came around to my side to help me out. I hadn�t bothered to put my shoes back on.
�I hope your driveway is clean,� I said. Nick looked down noticing my bare feet.
�It should be� I guess about as clean as a driveway is going to be. I don�t usually break bottles out here but just in case, piggy back?� he said presenting me with his back.
�Ok.�
�Hop on.� I climbed onto his back and he carried me to the door. Once he got the door opened and stepped inside I slid off his back to my feet. Nick faced me and pulled me into his arms. Slowly our mouths met in a tender kiss.
�Come on,� he said quietly. He took my hand and led me up to his room. At his door he stopped. �Wait right here,� he said as he went into his room. He came back a minute later. �Ok you can come in, now.�
�Wow its clean. Let me guess, the maid came today.�
�I can clean up my room if I have to.�
�You throw everything into the closet?�
�Yeah, how�d you know?�
�I thought I told you that I am the brains of this outfit. You�re just the brawn and part of the beauty because, I�m the other part,� I said facing him.
�From what I saw tonight you�re a little bit of brawn yourself.�
�Oh let�s not talk about that. I know I�m going to be all over the tabloids.�
�I have a much better idea. Let�s not talk,� he said lowering his head to mine and softly brushing his lips across mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and parted my lips to allow his tongue entrance. I could feel his hands roaming up and down my back. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my collar bone and then along the column of my neck. My brain kept screaming, This is it! You�re going to take the next step! You�re going to sleep with Nick!
Nick kissed his way to my shoulder, pushing the strap to my dress down. He repeated this with my other shoulder. I pushed him away saying,
�No, let me do it.�
Where my boldness came from I�m not sure. Inside I was a ball of nerves but outside, I�d become a little vixen. I kept my eyes on his as I slipped my arms out of the straps and pushed it to the floor. I could see his eyes smolder as my dress pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and stood before him in my black lace strapless bra and matching panties.
�What do you think?� I asked as I turned slowly before him.
�You�re beautiful,� he replied his eyes traveling the length of me. I smiled and pulled him to me to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He tried to pull me closer but I eluded him.
�Your turn,� I said walking past him to sit at the foot of the bed. He turned around to face me.
�You want me to strip for you?� he asked a bit incredulous.
�I don�t need a show or anything just take your clothes off. . . . slowly,� I replied crossing my legs and watching his eyes follow their movement. I felt very powerful in my dominant role at that moment.
He started by unbuttoning his shirt. First the cuffs as he kicked off his shoes, then the row down the middle of his chest. He cast me a glance after every other button. Once that was done he gave me his sexiest smirk and shrugged out of the shirt letting it fall to the floor. He was wearing a white wifebeater underneath which, I thought he would take off next. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants casting me another look. This time he reached for the wifebeater, pulled it slowly up and over his head and then tossed it at me.
�Cute,� I said catching it. He unzipped his pants, let them fall and stepped out of them. �Come here,� I said giving him a smirk of my own and crooking my finger at him. He came to stand right in front of me. �A little closer,� I said still crooking my finger. This time he leaned down to me. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer until our lips met in a torrid kiss. My fingers played amongst his locks as his lips and tongue sought to devastate me. His hands were anchored at my waist.
Suddenly, Nick slipped his hands beneath me and lifted me off my seat. He crawled across the king sized bed with me in his arms and still on my lips. He laid me amongst the pillows and stretched out on top of me never breaking the kiss.
�I want you to enjoy every minute of this,� he whispered into my ear before nibbling my lobe. My entire body was already singing.
One word comes to mind when I think of our first night together and that�s �kiss�. He kissed me from head to toe and back again. I treated him to the same pleasure. Our kisses were sometimes extremely gentle and sometimes extremely fierce. His lips and hands were everywhere, learning and relearning every curve, every nuance of my body. I couldn�t think, I could only act and react. The world seemed to come down to Nick and his lips for me. Nothing and no one else mattered.
I don�t even know how or when we divested our remaining clothing. I just remember at some point I realized I was completely nude in his arms as his lips traced every curve. After that everything just flashes through my mind in heated glimpses. His lips on every part of my body. His hands stroking me closer and closer to release. Our bodies pressed so close together. My hands in his hair and his in mine. His whispered words. His hot, exquisite entry causing me to arch up off the bed and let out a long low moan.
Our bodies moved sensually together, hands entwined, lips devouring the others. The room became scorching and I was tingling all over.
�Nick. . . .,� I moaned. Then all thought ceased. I was so close. Nick�s face was buried against my shoulder. I could feel his breath escaping in shallow bursts. I ran my nails down his back as I neared and reached my peak. Nick soon followed with his own climax. His lips met mine in a melting kiss.
We clung to each other in the aftermath. He was tracing circles on my hip as I traced the tattoo on his shoulder.
�That was. . . . amazing,� he said capturing my lips with his own.
�It was,� I sighed still tracing. �You know my mother once warned me about guys like you.�
�Guys like me?�
�Guys with more tattoos and piercings then toes. She told me you all were nothing but trouble. Are you?�
�Me? I�m not �nothing but trouble� but, I can be trouble. Do you want me to be trouble?�
�I want you to be a lot of trouble.�
�Good. I can do that,� he said rolling me beneath him. I squealed in surprise. He caught my lips with his own as we began another heated prelude.
