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Yes, that’s what she’d do. She’d join him. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she pulled back the shower curtain and stood there in front of him just as naked as he was. She reached behind to unzip her dress, but the zipper wouldn’t lower.
What?
She stood and tried to jiggle the pull tab but it wouldn’t budge. Damn store bought clothes. Damn cheap store bought dress to be exact. She should have known when she’d found it on the bargain rack that there was something wrong with it.
“Having trouble?” he asked.
Lauren whipped around to see Nate leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but a loose towel around his hips. It was the first time she’d ever seen him without his glasses. She remembered thinking that first night at The Harbor House that he looked like a model straight out of an expensive men’s cologne ad. His long lean frame was nicely muscled and his shower damp skin was smooth except for a light sprinkling of dark hair between his nipples. He shoved a hand through his hair to rid it of excess water causing the muscles in his biceps to bulge.
“Um,” she heard herself squeak. “I think my zipper’s stuck.”
“Let me see.” He walked over to her. “Turn around.” His eyes looked impossibly green. Why had she never noticed that before?
Lauren slowly turned and presented him with her back. He leaned down to press a light kiss on the nape of her neck. “You smell fantastic,” he whispered.
She gulped. Then she felt his fingers tug on the zipper. He pulled, but it still refused to budge. “Maybe if you jiggle it a little?” she suggested.
“Jiggle it?”
“Yeah, you know…” She reached behind and tried to demonstrate but the zipper tab was stuck. Pure and simple. “Damn it. I can’t believe this. Maybe I can wiggle myself out of the dress.”
“Good luck with that,” Nate said. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you?” He looked amused.
“Sure, knock yourself out.” Lauren looked down at the dress and frowned. The dress had a high neck. It was also nearly skin tight. There was absolutely no way she could squirm her way out of it.
Nate must have seen the defeat in her eyes. “Hold on. I have an idea.” He went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors. “Don’t worry,” he said with a straight face. “I’m a doctor. You can trust me with a sharp object in my hand.”
She laughed and focused on relaxing. “All right. Go for it.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to come closer. Still in her heels, she came close enough so that he could position the scissors at the bottom of the dress. She felt him hesitate.
“Go ahead,” she urged. “I really don’t care. I got it on sale.”
“It’s just, damn, I really like this dress,” Nate said. He reluctantly made the first snip. He then proceeded to slowly cut through the dress. When he got halfway through, he stood to finish off the rest. Lauren could feel the cool air on her exposed backside. She tugged at her sleeves to shimmy out of what was left of the dress and let it drop to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. She went to turn around to face him but he placed his hands on her hips, stopping her.
“Hold it a second, I want to take in this view.”
She felt her face go warm. The panties and bra were new. She’d bought them at Victoria’s Secret. Cheeky panties, the saleswoman had called them, a thong, but not quite a thong, with a band of white lace around the top to match the dress. She was embarrassed at his silence, but incredibly turned on as well. “How long are you going to stare at my ass?” she asked him.
“This is what you had on underneath that dress all night long?” His voice sounded husky. Before she could answer, he turned her around and sat her down on his lap. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like you,” she said, feeling suddenly shy.
“I think it’s pretty obvious I like you, too.” Then he placed his hand behind her head and brought her in for a kiss.
Yes! Her mouth opened beneath his and they kissed like they were still at the beach, and she melted against him in relief. It had been over three months since he’d kissed her. She was beginning to believe that she’d imagined the perfection of that kiss. That she’d built it up into something that it could never live up to. But this was no dream kiss. His tongue, hot and demanding, and real, tangled with hers and she could hear herself moan.
He lifted her off his lap. “Get on the bed,” he said. Then he stood and let the towel around his waist fall to the floor and—Holy Mother of Pearl. Nate Miller was a God.
She laid back against the cool sheets and tried to slow her racing heart. He came down on top of her then slid his body down hers until he was nestled between her legs. He took her knees in his hands and pulled them back wide, exposing her to his gaze.
“I like that,” she said, hearing herself pant.
“I haven’t done anything yet.” He slid off the panties, letting the silky lace glide along the sensitive skin of her legs. Then he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, discarding that as well. She was now naked, except for her heels. He studied her a moment like she was a puzzle, and he didn’t know exactly which way to approach her from. Then he used the pad of his finger to lightly touch her clit, and she arched her hips high in the air. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there. She felt like a live wire ready to implode.
“Nate…I…” She squeezed her eyes shut. She must seem pathetic to him. One touch of his finger and she was ready to come. Then he replaced his finger with his tongue and she nearly bucked him off. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said. “It just...everything feels so incredibly sensitive.”
“Look at me.” She opened her eyes and glanced down to see his head between her spread thighs, calmly staring up at her. “How long has it been?” he asked quietly.
