That one soft kiss was the most intimate, sensual kiss of his life. It made him want so much more, but it also felt like a last kiss. That scared him.
It also scared him that he wanted her not only physically, but emotionally and mentally.
He watched her from the water, not feeling the coldness through his burning desire, before he slowly made his own way out and joined her. She was drying on the grass with the sun shining down on her. She lay on her stomach with her head resting in the crook of her arm, hiding her face.
“I’m sorry I got your clothes all wet.”
She mumbled something about clothes in her bag. Nick leaned against a large boulder and watched her ignore him, although she might have just been tired or enjoying the warm sun. Her long hair curled a little as it dried, as if it didn’t want to conform. She was like that, too: stubborn, but in a graceful way. For some reason, the smallness of her arms and legs struck him, just how fragile and petite her frame looked stretched out next to his.
Had he been a fool to want to spend time with her? Even if he never got to kiss her again, he knew he’d dream about it till the day he died. How could he forget the way her mouth fit perfectly to his, how soft her lips had been, how electrifying her touch felt? Nick grabbed up two fistfuls of small rocks and clenched them as hard as he could, but it didn’t relieve the awful energy eating away at him.
It wasn’t just about how gorgeous she was. Cora had a tough spirit. She didn’t back down.
That’s how he normally felt. He stood up for what was right and helped his clients.