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    When they pulled up into the overlook it was as spectacular as she had expected it would be. Despite living in the area, and being at the lookout dozens of times before, she still felt a sense of wonder as she gazed at the water and watched for a moment while the moonlight danced over the shimmering waves as they rolled in. It was almost hypnotic.
    Parking the car and shutting it off, Grant reached across her and popped open the glove compartment. Nikki inhaled sharply as his body brushed over hers, his shoulder grazing her breasts. Just the simple brush of his shoulder against her breasts was enough stimulation to turn her nipples into hardened peaks that strained against the spandex material, begging for his touch.
    Straightening back up in the black leather seat he passed her a small box, wrapped in silver paper and with a matching bow. Nikki looked down at the box, then up into Grant's eyes, then back to the box. She carefully removed the wrapping paper to reveal a grey velvet covered jewellery case. Lifting the cover, she gasped as she peered down at one of the largest diamonds she'd ever seen, looped to a gold chain.
    She smiled, and then frowned. "Grant this is beautiful, but way too much. This must have cost a fortune," she managed to squeak out.
    Grant chuckled, "I had to pay for it, but not with money."
    Nikki looked up into his grey eyes, and her frown deepened. "What do you mean?"
    His only reply was a shake of his head, indicating the matter wasn't open for discussion. She was a little uneasy about that; how do you pay for something if not with cash? How did he obtain it? Something that spectacular would have cost tens of thousands of dollars!
    He reached over and removed the necklace from the box. "Turn around."
    The smile returned to her lips again, and a twinkle of excitement flashed in her eyes as she turned her back to him. She shivered as his fingertips swept across the back of her bare neck, moving her hair off to the side. Nikki could feel his breath tickle the back of her neck and another round of shivers racked her body.
    "Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" he asked, with genuine concern in his tone.
    Nikki shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
    She could hear him hesitate before he leaned forward again and clasped the necklace around her neck. But he didn't move once done. She could feel his breath, his lips, less than an inch away from her neck. The anticipation left her light-headed. She closed her eyes and a soft sigh left her lips.
    She froze when she felt his hands rub up and down her upper arms, but quickly relaxed under his touch. The tension within the car became almost unbearable. And then she felt it, his lips lightly grazing the back of her neck. Goosebumps appeared over her body, and she moaned, a soft needy moan; the moan of a woman needing to touch and be touched - by him .
    His lips and tongue teased the sensitive flesh of her neck, setting her body ablaze. Nikki turned her head to face him, while her hand grasped the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to hers. Their lips touched, grazing each other, so feather light that Nikki was left uncertain that it had even happened until she opened her blue eyes and saw the fire burning within his.
    "Nikki?" he rasped.
    "Kiss me Grant," she whispered her lips a mere fraction of an inch from his.
    His lips grazed hers a second time, he then caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it. Nikki whimpered. Promptly releasing it, his tongue darted past her parted lips. Nikki sighed, welcoming him in.
    Cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, Grant deepened the kiss, in the process rocking Nikki to her core with the intensity and passion behind it. His tongue danced with hers and she moaned again against his lips.
    Grant slipped a hand around her waist and it made its way up her torso to palm her breast over the spandex dress. His fingers pinched and kneaded the already erect nipple. "You're so beautiful Nikki," he