Georgia's POV
After painting my thighs with several kiss marks, Nick slowly sat up. His eyes stayed locked on mine for a moment before he reached for me.
He grabbed all of my hair and swept it over my shoulder, baring my chest completely. My skin broke into goosebumps, not from the cold storm outside, but from the fire licking through my veins.
His eyes dropped again.
He gulped.
The blanket was still covering my breasts, barely. His stare was ravenous.
Then he looked up at me, eyes sharp, voice husky. "You ready?"
I tightened my grip on the blanket and nodded, pretending to stay calm. "Yup. Go on."
But inside?
I was burning.
My body was a furnace, and my blood was a boiling magma. My heartbeat was loud enough to drown out the rain hammering outside the cave. I wanted him to touch me. To taste me. To claim me.
Nick leaned forward.
And then he kissed me—there.
