I relaxed in the bathtub, cloaked in warm water and a field of bubbles with rose petals sprinkled in. The edges of the tub were lined with my favorite peppermint candles. The small stereo on the counter played soft classical music and wine bottle that had been in the kitchen was now sitting on the tile beside the tub and in my hand was a half empty glass. I was probably more relaxed than I'd been in years.

After one of the best dinners I've ever had, Nick had me follow another trail of rose petals to the bathroom where I opened the door to find my current paradise. He really had thought of everything.

The heater was on in the bathroom to make it extra comfortable while he helped me undress. I watched him in the mirror as he placed soft, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and over my shoulder, sliding his hands over my hips. Seeing his actions in the mirror instantly made my nipples hard and my pussy began to ache in need. I had the urge to make him get in the tub with me, or maybe skip the bath altogether and take it straight to the bedroom.

Nick's lips and fingertips were soft on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He smiled against my shoulder, pressing one more kiss to my skin, and then left me standing in front of the mirror naked and flustered.

He returned with a black satin bathrobe he'd found in my closet and hung the garment on the back of the door, leaving me alone once again. I wanted to ask him to stay, even if it meant he would just sit on the toilet lid and talk to me. I made a mental note to tell Monica about all this the next day. She would shit when I told her how romantic Nick had been. Monica and I were both hopeless romantics.

I smiled at the fact that Nick had gone to the trouble to cook me dinner and prep the bathroom for an incredibly relaxing bubble bath. Never in all my previous relationships had anyone done anything even remotely close to this. It meant so much to me that Nick was this thoughtful.

After a long, relaxing time of lounging in the tub, drinking wine and popping bubbles with my fingertips, I decided my ass was numb enough that it was time to get up. I climbed out, pulling the plug to let the water drain out, and went to the shower. I barely waited for the water to hear up before I hopped in, quickly rinsing the soapy bubbles from my body and washing my hair. I danced to the soft music while I ran my fingers through my hair, rinsing out the shampoo. The candles flickering around the room created a stunning glow and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

I decided to start doing this for myself. I deserved a relaxing night. I needed to wind down every now and then and this was the perfect way to do it. Stepping out of the shower, I put my hair into a wet bun and slipped the bathrobe on. The smooth satin felt wonderful on my skin and I told myself I was going to start wearing it more often. I looked in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. I looked good. I felt sexy.

I turned off the heater and blew out the candles, heading downstairs with my glass and what was left of the wine in the bottle. A cheesy grin tugged at my lips when I felt the rose petals under my feet while I walked to the kitchen. I set the bottle on the counter and washed out the glass, placing it in the dishwasher.

"I thought I heard someone in here." Nick's voice startled me.

I jumped slightly, turning my head to see him standing in the doorway. My eyes trailed up and down his body, reminding me of the teasing sensations of his mouth on my neck.

"Thank you for tonight," I said softly, tapping my finger on the edge of the counter as I leaned against it.

He walked towards me until he was right in front of me. "I'm glad I could make you happy, Carrie."

"You seem to be really good at that lately," I blushed.

I watched him lean in, resting his hands next to mine on the counter.

"That's not all I'm good at," he smirked and cocked his eyebrow seductively.

I bit my lip thinking of all the things he could mean by that. "Oh, really?"

He nodded, glancing to my mouth.

"Like what?"

I felt his thumbs slide over the backs of my hands. Nick leaned in, his hot breath against my neck, and I felt a chill run through my body when his tongue danced over my earlobe. He stepped back, breathing a low, sexy chuckle, and released his grip on the counter, walking out of the room. I stood there confused, listening to the sound of his shoes on the wood floors. Was he teasing me?

I followed him into the living room where he sat lazily on the couch. He acted like nothing had just happened in the kitchen. I stood beside the arm of the couch and waited for him to acknowledge me but he said nothing. Nick had a slight smirk on his face, obviously amused by what he was doing. If he thought he could get away with that little tease in the kitchen, he was mistaken.

"You know," I said, stepping toward him as I slowly untied the sash on my robe. "Teasing isn't very nice."

That got his attention.

I smirked, watching his eyes widen and his eyebrows rise while I moved closer. His amusement was no longer visible. I leaned down to be eye level with him and placed my hands on his shoulders. His lips parted and I watched him swallow hard. Satisfied with the reaction I was getting from him, I parted my legs and slowly slid down onto his lap. My robe fell open, giving him a first class view of my breasts as I straddled him. I could feel his cock hardening through his pants and I responded by rocking my hips back and forth, earning a low groan from Nick. His hands rested on my thighs, pushing the thin material of my robe away from my skin.

I leaned closer and breathed against his neck, dragging the tip of my tongue over the bottom of his ear and gently biting his earlobe. I smiled in satisfaction when I felt his body shiver beneath me. I began to press kisses against his neck, nipping at his skin while I rocked against him a little harder. Nick's hands gripped my thighs and he started to move his hips with mine. I could feel myself getting wet and I knew it was driving him crazy that I wasn't wearing panties. I kissed over his jawline, feeling his stubble tickle my lips. Finally, I looked into his eyes. His intense gaze hypnotized me, slowing the movement of my hips against his. I got lost in those gorgeous eyes while his hands left my thighs, reaching behind me and gripping my ass to pull me closer. Once his mouth found my collarbone, I snapped out of it.

"No," I giggled, pulling away from him. I started sliding my hands down his chest.

Nick frowned but halted his actions. "What?"

"You teased me," I said, climbing off of his lap. "And now you got payback."

His mouth fell open as he watched me walk away from him. His expression was a mix of confusion, defeat, and need. I didn't bother to retie my sash, knowing the short material flowing behind me while I jogged up the stairs would give Nick a fantastic view of my naked ass.

Inside my room, I breathed a sigh of victory, smiling to myself. I began undoing my bun, pulling the mess of bobby pins out of my damp hair. The bun had made my hair curly and I was pleased with the way it cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. When I looked at the bed I noticed there were rose petals tossed across the floor and on the bed. More candles had been placed on my nightstand, bookcase, and either side of my entertainment center. No music was playing but the stereo was set up with a CD ready to be turned on, and the string of twinkle lights I left up in my room year-round were slowly flashing in a relaxing rhythm. I noticed my sheets weren't the same ones I'd had on the bed when I'd left to go to work. Nick had gone to the trouble to fish through my linen closet for some luxurious gold satin sheets and put them on the bed. Even my pillows were properly fluffed and placed in a way that made the bed look like something out of a home and garden catalog. It was perfect.

I felt guilty for teasing him, even though I thought he deserved it. I wanted to go back downstairs and finish what he had planned, but I was pretty sure Nick wouldn't stay down there for long after what I'd done. If I waited in my room long enough, he'd come find me.

I turned on the stereo, listening to the disc he'd chosen, and flopped down on the bed, relaxing against the soft pillows. The music was a mix CD of LeAnn Rimes' and Celine Dion's greatest hits. Beautiful romantic songs filled the room at a low volume. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called from my cozy spot on the bed.

Nick opened the door, smirking when he saw me lying on the bed with my robe only covering half my body, the sash still untied. He closed the door, making his way to the bed and sitting down on the edge beside me. His left leg was crossed under his right as he sat halfway facing me, one leg dangling off the bed. His knee was close to my hand and I reached over, sliding my hand over his thigh. There was an obvious huge bulge in his pants and he appeared to be blushing at the feeling of my hand on his leg.

"That was some tease you did there," Nick finally spoke up.

I smirked, proud of myself. "I thought so."

He chuckled softly. "I guess it's my turn then, huh?"

"Is that what you think?"

I gave his cock a gentle but firm squeeze through his pants, earning a moan from him. He grabbed my hand, holding my palm against his bulge. I sat up, kissing him roughly, dragging my fingers through his hair while my other hand continued to massage him through his jeans. Nick climbed off the bed, pulling me to my feet with him, breaking our kiss.

His hands found my shoulders, the only things keeping the robe on my body. He slid his hands over my skin, pushing the material off my shoulders. It fell to the floor in a pile behind me. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt before sinking to my knees in front of him. I took my time undoing his belt buckle and jeans, knowing the wait was driving him crazy. I slowly dragged his pants down, seeing the outline of his hard cock in his boxers. I could hear his breathing becoming uneven as I tugged at his boxers, adding them to the pile of clothing at his feet.

Ignoring my minimal experience and hesitations, I placed my hand around his cock, staring into his eyes while I took him into my mouth. I had some difficulty trying not to gag, still shocked at how big he was. He stared at me intently, tangling his fingers in my hair. I started to swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, sliding my hand up and down the rest of his length that I couldn't fit into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him. He started to moan softly, gripping my hair a little tighter.

I continued to pleasure him, never breaking eye contact until he pulled back, signaling for me to stop. He pulled me to my feet, kissing me urgently, fisting my hair and pushing me against the closet door. I gripped his shoulders as he quickly kissed my lips, face, and neck, and then slowed his actions, kissing a trail from my collarbone to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth one at a time. I threw my head back, looking up at the lights twinkling across the ceiling while Nick flicked his tongue over my nipples, increasing the wetness between my legs. He continued kissing down my body, dragging his teeth over my hip bones, and sank to his knees, placing hot, wet kisses over my inner thighs. I was anxiously waiting to feel his mouth between my legs where I needed it most.

I moaned in relief and toe-curling pleasure when I felt the tip of Nick's tongue dance over my clit, swirling around it slowly before dipping inside me. I gasped when his teeth grazed over my sensitive skin. I gripped the closet doorknob hard enough to turn my knuckles white while my other hand tangled in his hair. I glanced down, feeling the need for his cock inside me growing when his eyes met mine while he sucked on my clit.

Nick stood, kissing my mouth hard. He grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head, and shrugged his shirt off, placing himself at my entrance. He gently pushed inside me. I moaned in response and his hand squeezed my thigh while he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of me. I began to pant, moaning and gasping in his ear as he fucked me harder and faster. I could no longer hear the music in the background or see the light string twinkling above us. I was mesmerized by him. He was all I could focus on.

Finally, his thrusts became less rhythmic, making it obvious he was close to finishing, and so was I. His hand gripped my thigh harder, his cock sliding inside me faster. He panted in my ear and kissed my neck, giving his final few thrusts and sending us both over the edge. I felt spurts of hot come inside me. Nick stilled his movements, resting his forehead against mine while we caught our breaths.

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, he grabbed my thighs, picking me up and carrying me to the bed, still inside me. Nick hovered over me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my hands on his shoulders. He smiled lazily, running his fingers through my hair.

"Me too," he said quietly, staring into my eyes.

I didn't know what he was talking about. "What?"

"This morning," he reminded me. "You said you wanted to give us a try. I do too."