Suddenly Ali's back was slammed against the bathroom wall, and Nate's tongue was introducing itself to all of her teeth, and...yeah...there went her shirt. He literally ripped it from her shoulders. Holy crap! Now she knew what people felt when they talked about the world tilting on its axis. Right at that moment, she didn't know which way was up. He cupped her breast, lifting it, weighing it. And then her bra was miraculously gone. She didn't know how it happened or precisely when - which just proved this wasn't Nate's first rodeo - but she was suddenly bare, and his mouth was there. Oh, hot. It was so hot, the hard pull of his lips at her nipple, the gentle scrape of his teeth. This was the deciding moment, right here, right now. The turning point. It could go either way. She could pull back, and he'd slow it down. He'd gentle his hunger and sweetly see to her needs, like he'd done that day on the beach. But she didn't want sweet. And she certainly didn't want gentle. All she wanted, all she could think of, was getting him inside her. Now. Having him fill her with his hard length and thrusting until the friction became unbearable and she exploded into a thousand pieces of ecstasy.