"I don't think I can move." Sara had a smile on her face and her eyes were closed. The sound of the ceiling fan humming overhead had a soothing rhythm to it, blowing softly at the mosquito net that covered her bed, just making her that much more relaxed.
"Me either." Nick was so relaxed that it was a shame he couldn't move, especially since at the moment the only thing between him and Sara was a sheet. He couldn't help but smile at the thought that he was in bed with Sara and completely naked.
"But it was nice, wasn't it?" Sara opened her eyes just enough to look at Nick for a fraction of a second before closing them again. He was nice to look at, especially since he was in her bed and neither one of them had plans to be anywhere else any time soon. She was just going to savor this moment for a while longer.
"Yes, you were right. We should do that more often." Nick's mind was still trying to wrap itself around the fact that Sara had said 'both' in response to his question on the beach, and then surprisingly just as he was about to kiss her she had suggested that they both order a massage in her room. To say that the experience was good was really an understatement; he'd heard about couples massages from one of his buddies that had said it was the best precursor to sex he'd ever had, but Nick hadn't counted on being quite this tired afterwards. Maybe it was all the travel getting to Fantasize Island and maybe it was finally being able to slow down after working more hours than he could remember the week before; either way, here he was in Sara's bed completely naked except for the sheet the masseuse had covered him with and he hadn't even kissed her yet. Now that they were finally alone with no chance of being interrupted, he was going to have to find a way to remedy that.
Sara opened her eyes a little again and found her lips twitching a little as she realized that the sheet covering Nick was leaving very little to her imagination, which after getting an hour long massage was running at full throttle even if her body wasn't cooperating. She was having some regret about that massage because she really didn't want to waste the opportunity of a perfectly naked Nick Stokes in her bed. She murmured softly. "Maybe we shouldn't have gotten a massage."
Nick's eyes snapped open as he regarded her lying next to him. "Why's that?" Part of him was afraid that she was having second thoughts and given his current attire, he was hoping that part of him was completely wrong. He wanted her in the worst way; he just needed his brain cells to communicate that to his muscles.
She inched a little closer to him and whispered. "Well, then I might have more energy for this." Her lips softly pressed against his and she smiled against his mouth when he eagerly reciprocated. The feel of his fingers sliding into her hair and the firmness of his body through the sheets as he pulled her close caused Sara's head to swim and she let out a soft purr.
Nick was sure he was dreaming, as first kisses went this one was mind blowing. He felt as if he was fully awake now and the soft feel of Sara pressed up against him was better than any simple fantasy.
Sara had thought she was tired, but somehow the energy in that kiss fueled her desire for the man kissing her back. Nick Stokes had been a fantasy of hers for some time and the reality of him being there in the flesh was far better than anything she'd imagined. The fact that he shared her fantasy and wanted it to be a reality just made it all that much better to her.
"You taste so good, Sar." Nick's drawl was thick and he leaned in for another kiss, this one a bit deeper and quite a bit longer than the first. He let himself get lost in her kiss, memorizing the feel of her lips and the soft touch in her hands as she caressed the back of his neck. He wanted to remember every little bit of this so that if he woke up and this was just a dream, he would have at least that to take back to Vegas with him.
"Nicky." Sara felt like she'd found a little bit of heaven with the exception of the damn sheet that seemed to become more and more tangled around her as they continued kissing and touching. Those touches; what that man could do to her with a simply caress across her breast; she wanted to feel his hands against her skin. She was doing her best to get the sheet off, but apparently it had been wrapped more securely around her body than she'd remembered.
"Sar." Nick was apparently oblivious to Sara's struggle with her sheet as he leaned in for another mind numbing kiss. He hoped that this was going to go far beyond the most sensual make out session he'd ever had and it seemed that the message had finally reached the rest of his body. His hand slid down and gripped her ass, pulling her more fully against him.
Sara was becoming increasingly frustrated. She could tell that Nick wanted her, the evidence of it was beginning to press into her thigh, but the damn sheet was getting in the damn way. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer and she pushed him away and let out a growl. "Shit!"
The lusty haze around Nick's mind took a moment to process that something wasn't going quite according to plan. "What's wrong?" He certainly hoped that it wasn't his technique; they hadn't really gotten far enough for her to even critique his technique. He was pretty sure that he hadn't misinterpreted her intentions; she'd invited him back to her room for a massage and had then invited him into her bed with just a sheet on, no, if he had misinterpreted her intentions then she was leading him on.
"The damn sheet." Sara growled again. "I can't get the damn sheet off." She was tugging and pulling and just making things worse.
As Nick finally realized that he wasn't the problem, an amused smirk flitted across his face. "You need some help there darlin'?" If help getting out of that damn thing was what she needed, the least he could do was be a gentleman and help her.
Frustration oozed out of Sara. "Yes!" She flopped back onto the bed and looked over at Nick who was pretty close to laughing at her. She furrowed her brow at him as he reached over to find the end of the sheet. "This is not funny...you get me all hot and bothered and we're not going to be able to go much further with this damn thing in the way."
Nick tried to swallow his smile unsuccessfully as he carefully pulled at the end of the sheet. "I know it's not funny; this is serious business." He was just as turned on a she was and it was a good thing she'd stopped them when she did, otherwise he might not have been thinking clearly enough to figure out why Sara was stuck.
"You're right it is." Sara felt a shiver as Nick lightly trailed his fingers across her abdomen in search of the other end of the sheet.
Nick quirked an eyebrow at her. "You're gonna need to roll over away from me." At Sara's perplexed expression he smiled. "It's the only way to get you out of this sheet." He was thoroughly enjoying getting to unwrap Sara like an early Christmas present.
She rolled onto her stomach and looked over at him with a sultry smile. "Is that enough?" She knew that she was nearly free because her leg had escaped, giving him ample view of just how long it was.
"I think we're about there." Nick's hand slid underneath the sheet and fanned out across the small of her back. "Now where were we?" He began to pull her closer, relishing in the feel of her skin underneath his hand.
Sara had a seductive grin on her face as she leaned in to kiss him. "Right about here." With that she reached out for the edge of the sheet that covered Nick, intent on getting it off of him as quickly as possible.