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“So am I,” Nico said. “I get checked regularly. I’m rather…fanatical about my health.”
Marianna gulped. She couldn’t imagine a man like Nico doing anything without pushing it to the extreme. She’d stashed a condom in her wallet—that was where they always came from in the romance novels—but her bag was in the car because she hadn’t wanted to leave it on the beach unattended. And she was terrified that it might break the spell if she left now. What if the little bubble they’d created burst and he changed his mind?
She would not walk away from this without getting what she wanted.
She’d also read that sex without a condom was so much better than with. Was there anything else to consider? She was on the pill, they were both clean. Full steam ahead.
Nico regarded her with an expression that was hard to read. It looked like a smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. It was far too dark and too…smoldering. He yanked at the cord on his board shorts and pulled them down.
Don’t stare too much. Don’t look inexperienced.
But how could she not? The water came up his thighs, darkening the hairs against his tanned skin. His erection sprang up against his belly. It was long and slightly curved, a shade darker than the rest of him. And it was thick. So thick.
What if it didn’t fit? Fear raced through her, her mind spinning like a hamster wheel of inappropriate questions, none of which she could ask. They would give her away. Let him know that she was a bumbling country girl who was clueless about sex.
Would it hurt? Would she bleed? The internet told her there was a good chance that at her age, her hymen wasn’t intact anyway. It could have broken through using tampons or horse-riding, which she had done before. What if it hurt too much and she couldn’t go through with it after coming all this way—
“Are you with me?” he asked, sinking down to his knees on the steps in front of her. Seeing a powerful man like Nico kneeling for her made her throat constrict, made her mouth run dry and her pulse explode. “Do you still want this?”
“Yes,” she said, unable to elaborate. Once her lady bits got working, her body refused to devote energy to anything else. Like the part of her brain responsible for speech.
He braced his hands on her thighs, parting them with a gentle touch. The water brushed over her skin as he came forward, lapping at her sex in a way that made her shudder.
“So sensitive,” he murmured.
It was hard not to notice the contrast of their bodies—him richly tanned and hard, her pale as a seashell. Nico ran his hands up and down her legs, massaging the muscles with his thumbs. Each stroke brought him closer to where she wanted his touch most, closer to fulfilment. But he resisted, teasing her, chuckling when she let out an involuntary sound of lust entwined with frustration.
“So greedy, too.” He pulled her closer, and she wound her arms around his neck.
Marianna was practically in his lap, their bottom halves underwater. “Go slow, okay?” she said, fear of the unknown clogging her throat. “It’s, uh…been a while.”
A while…like, forever.
Nico slipped a hand between them, and she gasped when his long fingers found the lips of her sex. “Don’t worry. I don’t like to rush life’s pleasures.”
She felt a sharp bolt of sensation as he traced the line of her, from her entrance up to her clit. Of course she’d tried using her own fingers before, but this was totally different. The angle, the confidence—he knew he could make her feel like a firework exploding—made it so much better.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered into her ear. “And you’re going to feel so very full when I put my cock in you.”
“Oh,” she gasped. The dirty words lit her on fire. She would be ash in his arms before it was all over.
“Does that feel good?” He circled the bundle of nerves, working her into a frenzy.
“Yes, so good.” She was panting now, the muscles inside her clenching deliciously.
“I want you ready for me.” His lips were at her ear, at her neck. The world went black as her eyes fluttered shut, because she could only focus on the feeling of him stroking her. It made everything else seem like too much—too bright, too loud, too…everything. “I want you dripping wet and begging me to make you come.”
“Please,” she whimpered. She was begging alright, although for what, she wasn’t sure. For the feeling of fullness he’d promised, for another explosive orgasm, for the experience of watching him reach his peak.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to see those beautiful eyes get wide when I enter you.”
Her eyes snapped open, her mouth going slack as liquid heat spread through her. This was it. The moment she’d been hoping for and thinking about for so long. And now it was going to happen.
Nico slipped his hand away from her and reached for his erection. The sight of his big fist bobbing in the water as he touched himself was enough to make her brain sizzle like a sun-shower on hot tarmac. He handled himself—and her—with so much confidence.
