Nick rolled onto his side and took his erection in hand. His fingers weren’t quitelong enough, and not quitethick enough. In fact, there was no way he could pretend his hand wasn’t his own. When he closed his eyes, bits and pieces of his dream filtered back. They hadn’t been on the beach. In the dream, they weren’t on the island at all. They had been in Nick’s penthouse, and Drew had cornered him in the bathroom. There, surrounded by marble and mirrors, Drew had simply made love to Nick. There was no other way to describe it, and Nick’s arousal drenched mind couldn’t find another word even if he wanted to.