Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Nerves dance in my stomach. Lingerie… for Nathan. I exit the building and step into the street. The sun is just going down, and I walk up the street toward my beauty therapist.
I don’t know what’s going to happen between the two of us, but I do know that I’m going to give it my best shot.
I’m bringing out the big guns. I want him to see me in a new light and to be new and exciting for him. I want to do things he hasn’t seen me do and wear things he hasn’t seen me wear before.
All the things I save for the men I’m dating.
In our friendship Nathan is bossy, but in a relationship, I don’t want to be mousy and submissive. I want him to know how much I love being in control and intimate, too. I love sex as much as anyone—more than anyone, probably.
I exhale heavily as I power down the busy sidewalk…. The thought of having sex with him is terrifying, nerves dance in my stomach at just the thought of it. I imagine us fumbling around in bed, and how I’m probably going to have to take the reins the first few times until he gets the hang of it.
He doesn’t know about vaginas.
“Oh God.” I wince. I feel my skin heat with perspiration as I imagine that moment.
It will be momentous, that’s for sure. I just hope it’s for the right reasons.
Nathan said that he didn’t know how his body would work with a woman but it worked with hers, and it has me secretly freaking out.
What if his body doesn’t work with mine? What if we get to that crucial moment and he can’t get it up?
I will die—literally die. Like dead in the fucking ground.
Suddenly, I am banged hard in the shoulder by a passing man. “Ouch!” he cries. “Watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry,” I call as I turn toward him. “I was distracted.”
I begin to rush again. I wasn’t lying. I am distracted by all things Nathan Mercer.
I’m nervous and anxious and excited and nervous, triple nervous actually.
Somehow, I don’t think this vacation is going to be as relaxing as I once thought it was.
I’m well aware that this could be a complete fucking disaster.
I stare at my open suitcase on my bed, and I run through what I will need: underwear, dresses, swimsuit, shoes, hat, sweater, jeans… umm, what else?
Lingerie.
My stomach rolls. Lingerie is code for sex.
Fuck, I really can’t imagine having sex with him. We are so familiar with each other, it seems foreign. I get a vision of his beautiful body, and my insides clench. I’ve looked at Nathan’s body so many times over the years and wondered what it could do. I guess I’m about to find out.
Of course, that’s if it works with mine…. gah, why do I keep worrying about that?
I begin to fold my clothes at double pace to try and take my mind off of worrying.
Deep down, I know why I’m nervous. It’s because this means something. I really want it to work between us. The more I’ve thought about it, the more it makes sense, and the more excited I become.
I love Nathan. He knows me better than anyone else and he still wants me. He’s the perfect male. Handsome, smart, with a beautiful body, but it’s his heart I adore. He cares for me like nobody else.
I glance at the clock and see it’s 9:00 p.m. He worked late and then went home to pack his suitcase. He’s going to be here soon. I better take a shower.
Half an hour later, I’m showered and wearing my standard pajamas of a white camisole with spaghetti straps. But tonight, I decide to wear my pink silk boxer shorts. It seems weird wearing just panties around him now. He’s seen it before.
Stop it.
I hear the key in the door, and my stomach drops. I close my eyes…
Here we go.
He comes into view and gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Hi, there.”
My heart somersaults in my chest, and I twist my fingers nervously in front of me. “Hi.”
He wheels his suitcase in and puts it up against the wall. He opens it and pulls out a plastic bag, and then his attention comes to me. “I bought you something.”
“You did?”
He produces a bottle of champagne and a box of my favorite chocolates. “I thought that, since it’s our first date, we should probably celebrate.” He shrugs as if nervous too.
My heart swells. “It’s our first date?”
His eyes hold mine. “It is.” He bends, and his lips take mine to softly kiss me, and my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
His lips are big, wet, and… oh hell.
I begin to throb between my legs.
“Do you want some champagne?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes, please.” I whisper. I run my fingers through my hair, embarrassed by my body’s physical reaction to him. I’m like putty in his hands.