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was coated in a
honey-colored haze after that. Once we managed to get ourselves out
of bed, Nick continued to be kind and caring. He brought me a glass
of water, and let me stay in bed sipping it while he found my
clothes for me. (I thought it was a little funny that he insisted,
but it could have been just that he didn’t want me rooting through
his bright and shiny wardrobe – honestly, I’d never known that a
guy could have so many pairs of loud underwear.) And as if that and
breakfast weren’t sweet enough, Nick even spared me the walk of
shame. He went to the bus stop with me, and waited, talking about
movies and books, until I was safely on my way.
    No man had ever treated me so well. Is
it any wonder that I couldn’t stop thinking about him?
    I touched myself every night, bringing
myself to orgasm with the memory of our lovemaking, and I found
myself daydreaming of Nick in class. I knew I was done for when I
started doodling his name on my photocopies of illuminated
manuscripts like a besotted high school freshman.
    The only solution was to see Nick
again, and tell him how I felt. I became reckless, and took to
haunting the pub where we’d first met in direct defiance of my
parents’ wishes. The first two times proved fruitless, but exactly
one week from our explosive encounter, he was there.
    He saw me as I was trying to make my
way to him through the crowd, and ducked out of the back door. I
wasn’t going to be put off that easily.
    I followed him to the
alley behind the building, grabbed his arm, and kissed him as well
as I knew how. I’d been dying to make him realize that I wanted
more than playing an especially dirty species of footsie under the
table (because Nick gorgeous and he was right there, because – yes, I had to
admit it – I’d been fantasizing about that cock of his). I wanted
to tease him, to play a little as payback for his attempt to give
me the cold shoulder, and, with the heat pooling dangerously
between my thighs, I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just
teasing.
    My kiss was an attack. There was
nothing soft or hesitant about the way I pressed my lips against
Nick’s, claiming territory like an invading army, or the way I
drove him backwards until his back hit the grubby wall next to the
door. He snaked away from me long enough to mutter something about
being in public, how anybody could see them, but I threaded my
fingers through his gorgeous chestnut curls to pull him down and
caught his mouth again.
    There was a brief moment of resistance
on his part, a stiffening of his shoulders and a pursing of his
closed lips that had me thinking he was going to push me away, but
he did no such thing. His grip on my upper arm tightened, and he
let me swipe my tongue over his bottom lip, let me coax his mouth
open to deepen the kiss.
    I still had my hands in his hair, and
my fingers tightened as I pressed forward, making him moan into my
mouth. His tongue slid against mine, inviting me in, and I pushed
forward, hungrily tasting, exploring, withdrawing just a little to
run the tip of my tongue under his lip before plunging in again,
rocking my hips forward as I went.
    He was unmistakably,
gloriously hard .
I could feel the heat of his erection against my stomach, and
little sparks of pleasure went off under my skin, because
( oh God, yes! ) he
was very well hung indeed. It would have been so easy to take him
out of his pants then and there, to discover all over again exactly
how good he’d feel in my hands, in my mouth, inside me. I pressed myself closer,
and heard a soft crunch from his jacket that might have been his
reading glasses.
    Nick made a small noise that might
have been one of concern, and shifted as well as he could between
me and the wall so that his jacket fell open, and he could press a
thigh between my legs. I hummed appreciatively, moving my hands
from his hair to his neck to his chest, splaying them wide over
firm pectorals and the cotton of his T-shirt as I ground