Chapter 29: Chapter: 29

ANDREA

I shook off my disappointment and went down to the first floor. Since we'd arrived in Australia, I had wanted to go to the beach.

The penthouse was overlooking the beach. I had watched the vast, endless gray sea with awe from the window the previous nights and had wanted to see it up close.

I had the security guard show me the easiest route to the beach. It was a seven-minute walk from the apartment. The cold water lapped at the shore; a rolling black wave stretch on as far as the eye could see.

I almost wish I had brought a slip-on, since I'd taken off my heels. But the cool, grainy wet beach sand under my feet feels good. I had also let my hair down, letting the cool breeze whip it around me.

There were a few people at the beach, and they were far away from where I stood. I watched for a few minutes as my body relaxed, then I ran to the beach, trying to reach the water, only to run back laughing whenever the waves were spraying and rolling down the shore.

Sometimes later, I felt this prickling on my nape, something told me I was being watched, and it was that feeling that made me turn around.

Even from a distance, I knew the man was big, and he'd been here staring at me for God only knew how long.

Try as I might, I couldn't make out his features; it was a little dark, and I had walked far from the brighter side, close to the restaurants people still linger.

My heart galloped in my chest when the figure took a step toward me. I stood my ground, saying he was just here for the peace, but when he took another step.

My fight or flight instinct instantly kicked in. I took off, turned the opposite way, and began walking faster.

When I glanced over my shoulder to see if he was coming my way, and I found out that he actually was, I didn't stop to think if I was mistaken or not.

I threw away my heels and started running faster than I have ever run in my life, my loose hair whipping in the night air.

I glanced back again as I ran, and he was running too, trying to catch me. I sped up. I'm not going to be another foreign woman kidnapped, I vow.

"Andrea!" Someone called my name. The voice sounded so much like Nick's. No, no, no, that's just my mind playing tricks on me, hoping someone I know would come to my rescue.

But Nick and Logan were back at the penthouse, probably asleep. I didn't even let them know I was going out, which was extremely stupid.

“Andrea, wait!” The second call came at the same time a huge body crashed into mine. We tumble to the ground, the soft beach sand cushioning our fall and reducing the impact.

The man had turned at the last minute and had saved me from his crushing weight. I tried to scramble off his hard male body, but he pressed his large hand on my lower back and stopped me. I fight to push him away and save myself. I was beginning to panic.

“Hey, hey, hey, Andrea. It's me. It's Nick.” I could never mistake that deep husky voice. Instantly, I stop fighting him. We were both breathing hard from our race and struggle.

“Nick? What the hell were you thinking? You just gave me the fright of my life.” I yelled angrily. Now that I have finally stopped fighting him. I could see his cold, dark eyes this close.

“Shit, I only wanted to talk to you. Fuck, you're fast. Why did you run?" he growled.

“Well, what was I supposed to do? I didn't recognize you, I thought it was some creep who wanted to kidnap me, so I ran," I rasp out my voice, breathy when I feel a specific part of him best not mention, between my spread thighs.

Nick's dark eyes watched me, his massive body below me and at my mercy, not that I knew what to do with him. This is the most intimate I've ever been with him, consciously, I mean.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever. His large hand glided up my upper back from my waist, then slowly glided down again.

I shuddered, swallowing hard.

I didn't know what possessed me or what I was thinking. Hell, I wasn't thinking at all, not about Jules or the job, which was why I was here. Nothing. I just wanted to see if he was sculpted from marble and felt cold as I suspected.

I hesitantly raised my hand and touched him, stroked his face, slowly from his arrogant brow to his jaw. I was wrong. Yes, he was hard, but he wasn't cold, and he wasn't made from marbles. He's a man, and he's warm and smooth, and he didn't stop me.

No.

Nicklaus lifts his head, his dark eyes watching me, then his eyes strayed to my lips. He was going to kiss me!

He rocks his hips against me. I gasp with shock when I feel how hard he has become. There is no denying he was hung, his pants and my lacy panties couldn't hide that fact, there was little between us, I know that, it seems he also realized that.

His eyes darken, then his lips touch mine, soft, he pulls back and did it again. So soft, sparks flew. I gasped, then trembled. His dark eyes assessed and watched me, then he devoured me, kissed me hard, until I parted my lips, then he took control completely.

Nicklaus sucked my tongue and lips with hunger, ate at my mouth passionately, savagely like he was hungry and I was food.

I have never, and I mean, never felt a kiss like that, a kiss so good, every part of my body instantly lights up like the Fourth of July. My toes curled into the sand. I was just a trembling, moaning mess, holding on for dear life.

Until I tentatively kiss him back, suck his tongue. Nick groaned and pressed me down even more on his hardened length, his hand buried in my hair. Pleasure licks at my soul, as wetness dampens my panties.

I writhed over him, gasped when he nipped at my lips, then ground up against me before he went back to kissing me deeply. He pulls back as though he couldn't decide where to kiss, trailing more kisses down my neck and cleavage, my mouth parts with pleasure eyes close until icy liquid splashed against me all of a sudden.

“Oh!” I gasped and then sputtered. The most amazing kiss of my life was cut short and ruined by the sea!

A huge ball of water had just sprayed on us.

I instantly pushed away from him, and he let up. I stood up, shaking and soaked to my underwear, my hair wet and cold.

When I turned around, Nick was still sitting on the wet sand, cool as a cucumber. His dark hair was damp and dripping. The front of his coat was soaked.

I'm not sure about the back; he looked so dark, wild, but also serene. I guess. I didn't know anyone like him. His lips were swollen, I'm sure, just like mine. His hair tousled from my hands, yep! His hair was soft. God, we did that.

We kissed!

He didn't say anything when he stood up, but he watched me as I nervously finger-comb my hair, then turned around to look at the sea.

Ugly pussy-blocking sea. I thought bitterly.

The water was closer than we'd know. I must have run closer in my panic instead of away, and Nick had followed to stop me from drowning.

He'd also kissed me, and maybe would have fuck me if the water hadn't interfered. I had to suppress the urge to touch my swollen lips. They felt different, like they weren't mine.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I saw you leaving, then decided to follow you. I didn't want anything to happen to you when you were with me in a strange country. You should have told me you were coming to the beach. I have been standing here, watching over you, while you played with the water before you saw me and ran,” He replied, combing his long fingers through his hair. oh!

“Thank you, I thought someone was following me.” He only nodded.

“Come on, let's go back to the hotel, you're drenched,” he said, his voice deep, his dark eyes hooded and fixed on my chest, I looked down only to see that my chest was completely wet.

Which made the red dress I'd worn stick to my breasts, outlining their full, rounded shape, my nipples had tightened due to him and the cold, and were jutting in the stretchy fabric.

I quickly crossed my hands over them, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Nick lifted his head and stared into my eyes. I shiver from the promise in those dark, fathomless eyes.

“Here, you're cold.”

He took off his coat and draped it around my shoulders. Then we walked back to the beach house, the coat was wet, but it protected me from flashing my breasts to the people we saw on our way.

Nick had gone straight to his room, and I had entered the bathroom to strip my soaked dress.

Still, I thought Nick would come to me as I showered and changed into a nightie. I thought he would come to me when I applied my lotion.

Then I lay on the bed waiting. I finally closed my eyes, sure that he would come. But, he didn't.

The man's control is really impressive. After that kiss, I no longer have any doubt that he wanted me, and he knows it, too.

Actually, Nick never hid what he wanted from me; he looked at me like it was just a matter of time. It was a foregone conclusion. And he would have me. Soon! Then why wait!