Nicholas licked his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as I held onto his shoulders, fingers curling into the tight, slick fabric of his wetsuit.
He stepped closer to me, boxing me in against the door. I was pleasantly trapped, with the hard wood at my back, and his firm torso lining my front, pressing into my softness.
He tasted like salt water, but then so did I. We probably both smelled like it too. Though the water in my hair had dried, I still felt like I looked like a wet cat.
Nicholas didn’t seem to mind, not with the fervent way he was kissing me. And if he didn’t mind, I certainly didn’t mind, easily losing myself to the passion of the kiss.
His hands moved away from the door and found their way to my hips. With his thumbs, he teased along the edge of my panty line, right where my
