Sabrina opened her eyes and sat up abruptly. She was in a strange room. It was luxuriously decorated with an enormous four poster bed. One bedside table lamp was lit, on the far side of the bed. There was a bandana draped over it to soften the light.

Nick's bandana.

Where the hell was she? Was she in his bedroom???

Nick strolled into the room wearing a bathrobe over his torn up jeans. He held a steaming cup of something in one hand and a book in the other.

She stared down at herself. She was also wearing a robe.

Oh god- he hadn't! Had he?

She peeked under the robe. Her clothes were still on. She heaved a sigh of relief.

Nick chuckled and sat down on the other side of the bed.

"Come on, love. Do you really think I'd molest you when you were sleeping like an angel?"

He turned toward her and caught the doubtful look on her face.

"Well, maybe you're right. Anyway, I resisted the urge. How do you feel?"

"What time is it?"

"Around eleven. You had quite a nap, little girl."

She blushed.

"I'm sorry. I just got so tired all of a sudden."

He smiled.

"Would you like some tea?"

She nodded. He handed her his cup. She took a sip.

"What is it?"

"Chamomile."

She started laughing as she handed it back to him. He looked offended.

"What?"

It was hard to get the words out but she tried.

"The great- Nick- Fa-Falcon- drinks cha-cha-chamomile!"

He growled and pounced on her, tickling her mercilessly.

"You think that's funny, do you?"

She was laughing even harder now as his fingers danced over her ribs, pinching her.

"Ye-yes I do!"

He stopped tickling her suddenly. They were tangled up in the bed. She was suddenly aware of how close his mouth was to hers. His body felt so warm... He stroked the side of her face while she caught her breath.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Brina."

Her breath caught at the heady look in his eyes. Then suddenly she was staring at his lips. His sensual, soft looking, smiling lips.

And then he was kissing her.

She sighed as his lips slid across hers. He coaxed her lips open and then his tongue was inside her mouth, tangling playfully with hers. She kissed him back, tentatively at first but then eagerly.

Desperately.

He moaned and shifted, fitting his body to hers. They were straining, struggling to get closer to each other. Finally, he ripped his mouth from hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He was staring down at her tenderly.

"You have a habit of falling asleep on me, love."

She was trying to catch her breath beneath him.

"I'm sorry."

He grinned sensually and lowered his head to hers, stopping right before their lips met.

"Don't apologize. Let me see if I can keep you awake this time."

She moaned as he took her mouth in a devastating kiss. He held nothing back, but he wasn't in a hurry either. And he really, really knew what he was doing.

It was epic. It was Anthony and Cleopatra. Romeo and Juliet. Han Solo and Princess Leia.

This was the kiss on the beach as the waves crashed over the couple rolling in the sand.

This was a movie star kiss.

He was still kissing her as he reached between them to untie her robe and spread it wide. Then he was pushing her shirt up and grasping her breast with one hand. His palm felt hot over her breast, making her nipple stand at attention. He cursed and lifted his head, tugging her bra cup down over her breast.

Then his mouth replaced his hand. His lips closed over her tip. She gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth, licking and sucking at her nipple.

Dear God.

She moaned as he worshipped one breast and then the other, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh. She could feel liquid heat pooling in her belly. And lower, centering between her legs. She wiggled beneath him, suddenly feeling restless and desperate for more.

She wanted more action.

And less clothes between them.

He seemed to sense her need because he reached for the button on her jeans. He was trying to tug them off when she started laughing. He lifted his head and glared at her. His gaze was hot and determined.

"You laugh?"

She nodded breathlessly.

He stood up and threw his robe off. He was bare chested, his low slung jeans showing his flat stomach and perfect body. Her eyes widened in appreciation. He saw her looking him over and grinned.

And then he pounced on her. She squealed as he wrestled her out of her robe. He tossed it aside dramatically. Then he yanked her t-shirt up and over her head. She watched as he stared down at her from the foot of the bed. He slowly pulled her jeans down off her body.

Her panties came off with the jeans too. Oops.

His eyes flared at the sight of her. She was almost entirely naked now, with just her bra still pulled down under her breasts. He slid his hands up her legs and started kissing his way up her body. He paused briefly at her junction.

She inhaled sharply as he placed a kiss between her thighs. He slid up until their bare chests were pressed together. It felt heavenly. He stared into her eyes as he reached beneath her and unclasped her bra, pulling if free.

She almost laughed at the triumphant look in his eyes. But she was too overwhelmed with sensations to do anything except feel. He started touching her then, his expression changing to one of blazing heat. He never stopped watching her as his hands found her clit and slowly, skillfully started to tease her to a fever pitch.

Sabrina closed her eyes and gave in to the inevitable.