"Well, the last one's easy. It was purple with puffy mutton-chop sleeves. It was hideous."
He laughed. "I bet you weren't hideous though. I bet all the guys in school wanted to date you back then."
She crossed her arms and leaned forward. "If I tell you about me, then I expect the same from you. Okay?"
He nodded. "Deal. All the gory details, including what I wore to my school dance. Something tells me you'll laugh though."
She put a hand to her breast. "Me? Laugh at Nick Delaware? I wouldn't dare."
"Wrong." Nick's eyes sparkled. "You're the only person I've ever met who does laugh at me."
"Except for Lucy."
They both laughed and Abbey launched into the details of her life starting with birth. She thought it was going to be short, but Nick kept asking questions and offering comments.
Then he began his own story and she learned that his family had been well off, but he'd rebelled when he finished school and disappeared for a few years, preferring to hang around the beach and surf with his mates. He glossed over that period of his life rather quickly, Abbey thought, but she decided not to ask him any questions about it. Not yet. Perhaps one day...
After dessert and coffee, Nick paid the bill and they decided to walk along the promenade.
"Lovely evening," Abbey breathed.
He caught her hand and murmured his agreement. They walked hand in hand for a while, then turned to head back to the car. When they reached the BMW, Nick suddenly spun Abbey round to face him.
He was very close to her, his lips only inches from hers. He brushed his hands along her waist to her hips, feeling her curves, then reached up behind her and pulled her to him. Abbey's body fit into his perfectly and the sudden closeness sent tingles down her spine. She could feel his rousing erection pressing into her stomach.
His lips nibbled at hers, but they didn't kiss, much to Abbey's frustration. It seemed her lips wanted him, badly. Her body wanted him even more.
He reached up and brushed a knuckle across her cheek, his black eyes shining into hers.
"This was nice tonight, Abbey," he whispered.
"Very nice," she agreed. But was it about to end? Or was he going to come back to her hotel room?
"So tell me, Ms. McPherson, do you put out on the first date?"
Abbey giggled. "This isn't our first date."
"I know," he whispered, "but it feels like it."
She nodded. It did. It felt like they were starting all over again. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. His erection got bigger and his lips met hers in a deep and desperate kiss.
"I only put out for the right sort of man on the first date," she said when they parted.
"Do I qualify?"
She stood back and let her eyes roam his body. "I guess you'll do."
He laughed softly and opened the car door for her. Before she stepped in, Abbey put a hand to his chest and felt the muscles tightening under her fingers.
"Actually, you'll do perfectly."
Nick kissed her intensely and sharply, then patted her bottom. "Hurry up and get in the car then. I'm not a machine."
She laughed and sat in her seat while he sprinted around to his side and jumped in. He sped back to the hotel and waited impatiently as she fumbled with the key in the lock of the door.
Abbey paused, key poised. "This isn't going to be like the last time we had dinner together is it?"
Nick's brows knitted. "Why?"
"I've only got one spare pair of underwear, so no ripping."
He grinned. "Promise I'll be gentle." He nodded to the door. "But if you don't hurry up, I can't be held responsible for what I do."
Abbey finally opened the door and stepped inside. Before she had a chance to close it, Nick had her in his arms. His mouth covered hers in a hard, searching kiss as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He undid the buttons on her shirt and his hand found a pliant breast. His thumb strummed the nipple slowly through the thin fabric of her bra and it didn't take long before Abbey's breath was coming short and fast.
His other hand moved down and unzipped her skirt. It puddled at her feet. She stepped out of it and drew her panties down her legs. Nick unhooked her bra and licked each nipple until Abbey's body was arching into his. His erection, still inside his pants, was huge and throbbing as it pressed against her. She fumbled with his belt and fly but he drew himself away.
"Not yet," he whispered. "You first."
His tongue traveled from her br**sts to her stomach and downwards until it met the triangle of hair below her belly. With a few flicks of his tongue on the right spot, she began to pant and spread her legs wider.
"Oh my..."