That big, teddy bear build.
She wanted to feel the weight of him.
Wanted to wrap her legs-
He brushed his lips across hers and she caught a breath in her throat.
Her gaze lifted to his and she drew in a deep breath through her nose.
Pine. Spice. Like cloves.
That deep woodsy scent that she'd always dreamed she would surround herself with.
Log cabin comfort.
Warm nights by a fire.
"Nick?"
She felt him take the wine glass from her hand and she guessed that he put it down somewhere, but she didn't really know because his lips were on hers.
And he didn't just smell good.
And feel good.
Nick kissed her like she'd never been kissed.
Like she'd only dreamed of being kissed.
His lips were firm.
Warm.
Gentle one moment.
Hungry the next.
He leaned into her, one hand slipping through her hair to curl around the nape of her neck, the other slipping further up her leg and around her hip.
Oh... wow.
Her nipples tightened and her breathing shallowed.
Her hands... well, she had no idea what her hands were doing.
She had them in his arms.
His shoulders.
His chest.
She wanted to soak up his heat through his shirt, but she also wanted to feel his warmth under her hands.
All over.
Nick moved his head, tilting it to the side, the friction parting her lips.
Oh... yes.
