Isabelle's limbs were turning to jelly. She wanted nothing more than to collapse, but Nicholas held her fast, his arm a vise around her waist, keeping her trapped against him.
His lips finally released hers, and she took a deep, desperate breath, gulping down the air like a drowning woman. Nicholas's handsome face swam before her, his deep-set eyes and strong nose like a magnet, drawing her in.
It was only seconds before he captured her lips again, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a possessive hunger.
His hand, burning hot, roamed over her body, igniting everywhere it touched. Her skin flushed, a delicious tingling spreading through her. His hand paused at her shoulder, then slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress. It pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in her underwear.
