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Chapter 37: Let’s Practice (2)

Chapter 37: Let’s Practice (2)

Georgia’s POV

If Nick thinks I don’t know exactly what he’s doing... he’s dead wrong.

Sure, I’m a virgin. But that doesn’t mean I’m innocent. I know what men want. My brother and father made sure I was aware of men’s advances.

He might be older, more experienced, but I’m twenty-five and I’ve seen enough of the world to know when a man’s about to lose control. And Nick? He’s been teetering on that edge for a while now.

I was teasing him on purpose. It thrilled me to watch his face whenever I caught him off guard. Every time I said something bold or did something unexpected, he froze, stunned, conflicted, trying so damn hard to be the honorable man.

But this time... he turned the tables on me.

His kiss? God.

I didn’t see it coming. Not from him, not from the man who’s spent days keeping his hands to himself, barely touching me, always keeping that Captain’s honor at a distance.

But the second his lips crashed into mine, everything shifted.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was sensual, consuming, and so deep it melted through me. Honestly? It might’ve been the best I’ve ever had.

Which isn’t saying much, considering the only other man I’ve kissed was Raymond.

We were together since college, and yet... he never touched me. He never pushed me whenever I said ’No’ at times when he tried. I thought he was a gentleman. I thought that meant he loved me.

But now? I see it clearly.

He was saving me and protecting his investment. Letting other women warm his bed while I sat on a pedestal, waiting for nothing. Because deep down, maybe he never truly wanted me. He was using me for a different purpose.

I thought Nick would hold himself back until the bitter end. But here he is, kissing me like he’s starving, like he’s ready to tear through every ounce of restraint just to taste me.

And the worst part?

It’s working. I am getting wet.

The moment I saw him shirtless in that damn cabin, something inside me awakened. The way his muscles moved. The way he carried himself. That low, commanding voice. He was so masculine—and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t drive me wild. It really turned me on.

And now, this kiss?

I want more.

I’m surprised he didn’t ask for permission. Nick always asks. Always checks. But this time, he didn’t.

And I’m so fucking glad he didn’t.

It’s him finally giving in, and I don’t want him to stop.

I clung to him, gripping his arms, pulling him closer.

God help me... I wanted everything.

I never wanted a man like this. I was not like this with Raymond.

I felt something with Nick that I have never felt for any other man, not even my own fiancé.

Raymond is handsome, very popular with women. Great body and sense of humor. Friendly, a gentleman, and rich. What more could I ask for? Right?

That’s what I thought before until I met Nick. It’s weird, but he felt familiar. As if we had met before, even if we didn’t. In our past lives, perhaps?

Nick’s hands started roaming over my body. But he avoided the spots that were already burning for him. The places I needed him to touch.

Gods... it was torture.

My body ached. My skin pulsed with want. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not even close.

This man is affecting me in so many ways.

And the craziest part? I barely knew him. Yet somehow, my body was already his—craving him, needing him like I’d waited years for this moment.

And then he stopped.

His hands pulled away. The heat disappeared.

He cupped my face, and I opened my eyes, breathless and disoriented, like I’d just been yanked from a dream.

Nick smiled, just a little. "Okay," he said calmly. "That was a good practice. If I ever need to kiss you in public like that, your reaction was perfect. Totally believable for a couple."

Practice?

What. The. Fuck?

!!!

Practice?!

That wasn’t a fucking practice kiss. That was real. It shattered something inside me. I was melting in his arms, clinging to him like I never wanted to let go—and he calls it practice?

Are you fucking kidding?

My heart twisted. My pride screamed. But I couldn’t say anything.

Because at that exact moment, he shifted.

Nick’s hand slid down, and slowly—so slowly—it pushed the blanket draped across my legs aside, revealing my thigh to the cool air.

And I didn’t dare to stop him.

I just watched him.

And waited.

"How about I leave some kiss marks here, too?" Nick said, teasing. "Just in case Raymond checks and doubts we actually had sex."

I smirked in my head. Seriously? What do you take me for—a child?

I wasn’t born yesterday, Captain.

But I played along. I nodded, then tilted my head with a playful glint in my eye.

"Well," I murmured, tugging the blanket down just enough to expose the upper swell of my breasts and deep cleavage, "maybe you should put some here too."

Let’s see how far you’ll take this little practice now.

I watched him closely.

His eyes dropped instantly. His gaze locked onto my chest. He gulped, lips parting ever so slightly, like he forgot how to breathe. I could practically hear his thoughts unraveling.

Good. Now you know how it feels to be on the edge.

If there’s one thing I’ve always been confident about, it’s my breasts. Not too big, not too small—the perfect size when you wear a revealing sexy dress, just the kind that makes both men and women stare longer than they should.

But Nick? He wasn’t even blinking. Is he still okay?

I shifted, parting my legs slightly beneath the blanket. Just enough to give him room. I wasn’t wearing anything under it—and of course, he knew that, he saw me earlier. Plus, the only underwear I have was displayed openly, hung to dry. I tucked the edge of the blanket between my thighs, barely shielding my pussy.

Then I pointed with my eyes at my thigh. A silent invitation.

He understood. God, he understood. Is he excited?

Nick moved in closer, kneeling in front of me. His hand landed on my thigh—firm, warm, possessive.

My core clenched.

"You sure you’re okay with this?" he asked, his voice deep, restrained.

Seriously?

I wanted to slap him and scream, ’just do it already,’ but instead, I gave him a soft smile. Innocent. Sweet. Lethal.

"Yup. Go on," I said. "We have to make it believable, right?"

Then he leaned in. His lips grazed my inner thigh. A soft kiss. A flick of his tongue. Then he sucked gently.

My entire body tensed.

Oh my fucking god.

Shivers shot up my spine. My breath hitched. I had to fight the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and pull his head between my legs.

But I held it in. Barely.

I clutched the blanket in my fists, my knuckles turning white, trying to stay still, trying not to moan.

He paused, pulled back a bit to check the mark if it was a success. When he saw that it was marked, he leaned to my other thigh, repeating it.

Lips. Lick. Suck.

Fuck! Just fuck me already! Fuck me, now, Daddy!

I wanted to say that, but of course, I didn’t!

My heart beat faster, and I was panting. Gods! I was so aroused!