Page 45 of Touch of Heartache


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He stared pointedly at her cover-up.

“Touché,” she said, letting him go. She pulled her phone out of her bag as he left to stop by his car—a decade-plus-old thing with rust stains near the tires and under the driver’s sidedoor.

Just letting you know I did wind up getting a room, she texted Aunt Frankie.And no worries. I had exactly zero alcoholicdrinks.

She saw a message from Gavin, but she was too giddy torespond.

Nolan appeared again at her side and he looked even more handsome in a skin-tight, faded T-shirt than he had with his bare torso exposed, so apparently that was possible. “Shall we?” he asked, extending his arm. Lilac took it.A gentleman. If only he weren’t so damnyoung…

But he’d do for the night and thensome.

* * *

Nolan tried notto stare at the bottom of Lilac’s golden bikini that poked out from beneath her oversized shirt as she put the keycard in the hotel room door. He realized she’d more than invited him to look—and she was clearly sober tonight, so it was nice to know all that talk last weekend hadn’tjustbeen the alcohol—but he still felt like aperv.

Tossing her bag on the floor inside, she turned around and his eyes snapped back up to her face, where her lips turned into a devious grin. “You’reimpatient.” She wrapped her hands around his torso and pulled him into the room withher.

He didn’t even look at the room as the door slid shut behind him. He put his arms around her waist, felt the softness of her lower back, and couldn’t tear his gaze away from the picturesque depths of her crystal-blue eyes. As he leaned forward for a kiss, her finger went to hislips.

“First things first,” she said. “I want to clarify a fewthings.”

Nolan swallowed, his groin pulsating and threatening to tear a hole in his swim trunks if he waited a minute longer. He took a deep breath. Damn, he was rusty. He didn’t want her to think he couldn’t satisfyher.

He regretted more than ever that he hadn’t made time for more tail over the past few months. He could have done with the practice when faced with the first girl for whom he really wanted to do itright.

“This is just fun,” she said. “Right?”

A chill ran through Nolan’s body then and his throat suddenly felt parched. The serpentine contents of his swim trunks cooled off somewhat then, which was ironic because his “other brain” down there should have given less of a shit thanhedid if there was any hope of a long-term relationship with the gorgeous woman in his arms. It was enough that there was agorgeous womanin hisarms.

“Su-Sure,” he scrambled to say, clearing his throat and trying to appear casual. “I mean—if that’s what youwant.”

Lilac let go of his waist and flipped the switch to turn on the light in the room. Usually, Nolan would say he’d prefer the dark, but there was no way he was letting a second of this evening with Lilac lurk beneath the shadows where he couldn’t see her. She picked up her tote and strolled toward the bed—one king-sized bed, he noticed, which was, naturally, bigger than the twin XL he had at home. He’d never take a girl there, though, so that wasn’t too much of an issue. The room was nice, he finally noticed—bright and cheery, sleek and modern like a beach cabana might be, and there was a view of Cocoa Beach and the ocean behind her that would have taken his breath away if Lilac wasn’t already removing her shirtagain.

She put her hands behind her back to reach the back of her bikini top, but she caught him staring. She turned around and undid her bun, letting her long, blonde hair unfurl down past the middle of her back. Lifting it up, she glanced over her shoulder. “Untie me?” she asked, slow andseductive.

Nolan didn’t have to be asked twice. He strode the distance between them in four seconds flat, gently pulling at her string at the back of her neck and then the one lower down. The bikini top fell limply into hishands.

With slow, deliberate movements, she let go of her hair and turned around, letting him look at the biggest pair of breasts he’d ever had the privilege of seeing in person. They were well-shaped, too, and Nolan knew the flesh would spill from between his fingers if he laid his hands to restthere.

Before he could even realize he was doing more than just imagining that, Lilac grinned and grabbed hold of her bikini top, which he’d squished against one of her nipples in his eagerness. She slid it loose from his fingers and tossed it on the ground before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. “I’ve got sand in all of my cracks,” she said. “I’m going to take a showerfirst.”

A light bulb went off in Nolan’s head just then. “I’ve never had sex in theshower.”

Bursting out laughing, Lilac leaned back. “Sorry,” she said suddenly, perhaps reading something on his face—some feeling of embarrassment he hadn’t meant to convey—and catching her breath. “I wasn’t laughingatyou, I just—yes,” she said. “Let’s do it.” She nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve done it in theshower.”

She headed toward the bathroom door. “But do give me a moment to freshen up first. I’ll call you when I’m ready.” She paused and pointed toward her bag on the bed. “Grab aflavor.”

As she shut the door behind her, Nolan strode over toward thebed.

Grape? Strawberry?Nolan hadn’t figured the girl for having a penchant forcandy.

* * *

Soaked,fresh and decidedly sand-free, Lilac let the warm barrage of the water from the showerhead help clear her head. She thanked God for the fact that there was a walk-in shower separate from the tub—she’d tried the traditional tub/shower combo before and had decided she wouldn’t attempt it again unless she developed talent as a contortionist. No, the one time she’d gotten the shower thing right had been in Spain with a cute local in her global studies program. Spanish showers were just made better for such things compared to the ones crammed into tiny collegeapartments.

Stepping away from the showerhead, Lilac took a deep breath. She needed to focus. Focus on the now, push the niggling feelings of disgust away. Nolan was exactly what she needed right now. Adorable, sweet, and younger than her, if only by a year—a little fling and nothing tooserious.

And she was going to enjoy the fuck out of thisfling.

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