“Oh, I’m more than ready, Nicolette. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the last two hours,” Adam spoke as Michael turned the television off. “I think what you need, my dear, sweet girl…”
He paused as he stood up, in a pair of low-slung black pajama bottoms now, to walk towards me. He had this look on his face, like something I imagine wild tigers would wear as they stalked their prey. I stared at him, the deer caught in the headlights, only the headlights on this tiger were dark gray eyes.
He stalked up to me until I had to look up at him, my eyes full of curiosity and longing. What was he going to do? What was he going to say, more importantly?
“I think you need…” his words trailed off, holding me in suspense as his finger trailed down my face and his other hand pulled my han
