“I hate them all,” he said with a cocky grin.
“I suspect you’ve been with more women.”
He looked down. “That was just …” His gaze returned to mine. “I haven’t had a relationship since you.”
That surprised me. “Why not?”
He shrugged. “You’re a hard act to follow.”
I was surprised by his candor.
“I bet those high-powered lawyers in L.A. had a few moves.”
Was Nick Foster jealous? Worried he didn’t measure up against them. “None of them fucked my breasts.”
He flashed a grin. “I bet they wanted to.”
For some reason it was important to me that Nick knew he was special to me. “They weren’t you.”
He smiled. “I guess it’s true what they say about never forgetting your first love.”
Was that all this was? Intense feelings from the past? “I wasn’t your first.”
“I wasn’t a virgin, no, but you were the first I loved.”
I wondered if his shower was some sort of confessional. There, with the steam and water, we could be open. The rest of the world was gone. Eli’s venom. My job. Ms. Mason’s death.
I smiled.
“I know that this … thing between us can’t go on.”
The warm fuzzy bubble in my belly burst.
“I don’t want you to get fired,” he said.
Oh yeah.
“But I’d do anything to initiate you into shower sex.”
“Anything?” I asked looping my arms over his shoulders.
He grinned, pressing his erection against my belly. “Anything. I just need to get a condom.”
I slid my hand down his chest, over his hard six-pack abs, and lower, cupping his balls and loving how he hissed. “Would it make a difference if I told you I was still on the pill?”
Heat flashed hot and erotic in his eyes. “Do you trust that I’m clean?”
I nodded. “You’re a health professional. And a responsible man. Do you trust me?”
He backed me into the tiled wall, taking my hands and pressing them over my head. “Yes.” He dipped his head, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned, as the sweet erotic zap traveled straight to my core.
His fingers slid to my pussy. “Are you wet for me, Mia?”
“Are you hard for me, Nick?”
He laughed. “I’m always hard for you.” He lifted my thigh, hooking on his hip. “Hold on, baby.”
I gripped his shoulders and looked into his eyes as the head of his cock slid between my thighs. Slowly, with our gazes holding, he pressed in.
“So fucking hot,” he said. He gave a final thrust, until he was seeped inside me, then he kissed me, hard. His tongue worked my mouth, as I knew his dick was about to do to my pussy.
He withdrew his cock, and thrust back in, eliciting a moan from me. He did it again, and again, each time a little harder, a little faster. Our breathing quickened. Moans filled the shower stall. Soon there was just me and him, racing to ultimate bliss.
“Are you there yet?” he said on a harsh breath.
“Close … so close …” I was teetering on the edge, wanting release and at the same time, wanting to stay right where I was. On the verge of bliss with Nick.
He growled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He lifted my leg higher, and thrust, sliding even deeper, hitting that one perfect spot that sent me spiraling into sweet ecstasy.
“Nick!” I cried out as every cell in my body sparked with pleasure.
“Yes … fuck yes …” He plunged in, grinding his hips against me, once and again. Warm liquid filled me with each thrust. I remembered four years ago, the first time we’d had sex when I’d finally gone on the pill. When his semen filled my body, I’d thought he and I were truly one in that moment. He was a part of me, at least. That same feeling swept through me now, only this time, I understood it was fleeting. He was right. What we had before was gone, and we couldn’t rekindle it now even if we wanted to because it would risk my job.
I pushed all that aside and focused only the physical sensation of Nick being inside me. Of leaving a part of himself inside me.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Is there a hidden meaning in that?”
He laughed. “No, this time I mean do you want food?”
“I could eat.”
“Do you mean me or food?”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Both.”
“Both it is then.”
He fixed me dinner, and we sat on his deck overlooking the lake to eat it.
“You got your cabin on the lake,” I said as I finished my meal and sat back to enjoy the view.
“I did.”
He didn’t bring up how at one point we were going to share this space. Just as well. The past was gone, and it didn’t do any good to wonder what could have been. “Do the bears bother you?”
“Only if I don’t deal with the garbage right.”
We sat in silence, and I wanted to ask him about Ms. Mason and how he was coping. As if he knew that, he said, “I don’t want to talk about my work or Ms. Mason tonight. I need a break from it, Mia.”
I nodded. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”
“What was your life in L.A. like? Movie stars and swimming pools?”
“Not for me. I had a nice enough place. I liked my job.”
The light in his eyes dimmed slightly. “So, this is just a short-term thing? Are you thinking of moving your dad down there when he needs more care?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead. Eli has a say, of course. Right now, I’m just taking it day by day.”
“But you see yourself leaving here again at some point.”
I sipped my wine. “Honestly, Nick, I have no idea. I miss some of the aspects of the city, but I can’t deny the slower pace and being around people who know and care about me is nice. It’s a double edged sword in both locations.”
“How so?” he asked, pouring me more wine.
“In L.A., I don’t have to worry about people knowing my business, but also, I don’t have people to worry about or help me. Here, people care
