I f anyone had told me that landing in a pile of glass would lead to the best experience in my life, I would have thought they were crazy. But as I stood in front of Nate - my heart beating fast and my mind trying to catch up with what was happening - he said something I had been longing to hear since the day we first met .

He wanted to see me naked .

Ok, that's not exactly what he said, but that's what he was going to do to me. And I was just thanking my lucky stars that something was finally going to happen between us .

Nate was giving my entire body a quick once over, and as his hands skimmed along my body I realized those hands - his hands - would be examining more of me than anyone else ever had. A delicious shiver ran down my spine at that thought .

"So," my breathing was shallow as my mind raced over the prospects, "how do we do this?" I knew my face was already flushed from telling him I would do whatever he wanted if he just got me out of that mess, but now I was almost giddy with anticipation .

"We need to be careful," Nate spoke so dispassionately that it almost crushed me. If this was one of my fantasies his voice would have been more sultry with a bunch of double entendres to keep me guessing .

"No," I coughed slightly to hide my disappointment, "do we do it here?" I pointedly looked at the broken door leading to the hallway and then down at my body. I was all for Nate seeing me naked, but not the neighbors. Not that any of them were actually checking on me - I didn't live in that kind of neighborhood .

"Oh, right," he looked over at the door for a moment and then reached out to close it. He grabbed a chair from the kitchen to hold it that way and then came back to stand in front of me. "That will have to do for now until we get you undressed ."

Undressed , I repeated to myself. Any second now he would start and I was suddenly torn between throwing myself at him and wanting to giggle. I took a steadying breath and tried to stay calm. "Whatever you think is best," I managed to squeak out and I thought I saw him hide a wicked smile .

"First," he leaned in close and his voice was now soft and deep, "I'm going to take off your sweater ."

I clenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering and I wondered how long I would be able to withstand the anticipation. "Of course," I stammered, "I trust you ."

A moment later I heard the sound of kitchen shears slicing against itself and I panicked, "What are you doing?" I gasped and straightened my back .

"Don't worry," he breathed softly into my ear, "this is the safest way ."

My heart thudded painfully in my chest at the thought of him cutting the clothes off of my body. But it wasn't with fear but desire. What was wrong with me? After what I just went through I should have been freaking out .

I heard the scissors clip the hem of my sweater and I took a deep breath .

"You'll tell me if any of this hurts." It should have been a question, but it seemed more like an order. He could be so bossy sometimes. "Olivia," he breathed in a way that quickened my pulse and demanded my attention .

"Y-yes," I stammered, "I'll tell you ."

Any fear I had was halted when I felt his fingers skim up my back. He was carefully moving the material out of the way and slowly exposing my body him, inch by glorious inch .

Occasionally the tug was sharp, but for the most part, he was gentle, slow, and methodical. His breathing was slow and steady as he worked, and I had to remind myself to breathe with him .

Little by little he clipped and removed my sweater until it finally slipped off my body and pooled on the floor. I could see the light from his phone flash against the wall as he ran it over my back and arms looking for stray splinters. I closed my eyes and focused on his fingers skimming over my body, examining every inch of my flesh. It was intoxicating .

I felt the cold steel of the scissors slide up my spine before stopping at the band of my bra. Goosebumps broke out on my skin at what was to come next. He hesitated for a moment before whispering in my ear, "Almost done." A moment later he snipped off my bra and it joined my sweater on the floor .

I had to resist the urge to lift my hands to cover my breasts. Instead, I stood with my hands by my side, willing him to examine me further .

As if reading my mind, he gently lifted my arm and ran his fingertips down my side, dancing over the swell of my breast. It was both heaven and hell. His fingertips left a fire in their wake, and it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself .

"Well that wasn't too bad at all," he murmured. His voice vibrated through me, and all I wanted to do was to lean back against him. Instead, my eyes fluttered closed and I waited for him to continue. As far as I was concerned, he could not get my clothes off fast enough .

With his same methodical cutting, he made quick work of my leggings and soon they were pooled on the floor with the rest of my clothes. The light bounced off the walls again as he used his flashlight to look for any stray bits of glass. When the light clicked off I knew this was my shot .

It was now or never .

I took a deep breath and turned to face him. His expression was outwardly calm, but I could sense a storm brewing underneath - or what I hoped was a storm. I threw caution to the wind and made my move. I rolled up onto the balls of my feet to give myself extra height and placed my hands high up on his chest .

With a strangled groan, he dipped his head and crushed his lips against mine. It was the moment I had been dreaming about since I first met Nate, and I welcomed the invasion .

The way his lips claimed mine, how his tongue danced along my lower lip, the feel of his hands as they down my body before resting lightly on my hips. I welcomed it all - and more. Nate was going to be my first, and this was just the beginning .

His breath was hot as it mixed with mine, and I parted my lips willingly to his invasion. I was drowning in the intensity of his kiss when I thought I heard him whisper, "this is such a bad idea." A moment later, his hands belied that statement when they slid around to cup my ass and pull me closer .

I could feel his desire pressed against me, and my heart soared as his lips continued their exploration. My fingers began a journey up the length of his body and I marveled that even though his clothing I could feel the hard ridges of his back. I began to fantasize – not for the first time – what he would look like dripping wet from a hot shower or half covered with the cool sheets on my bed .

As my thoughts continued on their wild ride, I breathed in his scent. It was pure male sexuality, and I knew that it wasn't coming from a cologne. This was all him. "I can't believe this is finally happening," I whispered, "I want you to be my first ."

I felt his muscles stiffen under my fingertips and I worried that he was going to stop. With a slight moan, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and breathed deeply, almost as if he was inhaling my own scent in return. "Oh, I'm going to hell," he rumbled into my neck as his lips branded me with his feather-light kisses .

Closing my eyes, my hands snaked up to bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer. After all this time, I relished the feeling of his lips on my skin, the fevered way his tongue danced over my flesh. My fingers began to draw out tiny circles on his scalp, and I imagined what it would be like to truly explore the man under the suit. Any minute now, that fantasy was going to become a reality .

Just as quickly as my fantasy began, the real world came back into focus as we heard voices in the hallway .

I opened my eyes and saw Nate's expression close off as he looked over at the door. "Go get dressed," he ordered as he protectively put his body between me and the broken door. It was not the words I wanted to hear from him, but given everything that had just happened, I ran as quickly as I could to obey .