Nick’s hands gripped my hips like he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. My lips were still teasing down his chest, slow and tasting the salt of his skin as I worked my way lower. His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension coiling in him, the way he fought to keep control. But I was not there to let him stay composed. I wanted him squirming, just like he’d done to me.
I glanced up at him, catching that dark, hungry look in his eyes, and flashed him a wicked little smile. “You’re not getting off that easy,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to make him groan.
I slid my hands up his thighs, nails grazing lightly, and felt him tense under my touch. My lips followed, brushing soft kisses along his
