Georgia's POV
"What dangerous territory are you talking about?" I asked between breathless kisses.
Nick let out a low chuckle, still kissing me like he couldn't get enough. "You know damn well what I mean. You're not as innocent as you look."
His hand cupped my breast again, while the other slipped beneath the blanket and clamped around my thigh, pulling me closer.
"You have to be more specific, Captain," I whispered, then sank my teeth into his lower lip—just enough to tease—before letting it go with a slow drag.
"You're fucking tempting me," he growled.
I smirked. He saw it.
"Are you tempted?"
"Hell, yes! Do you really need to ask when you're grinding against my cock like that?"
I blinked at him innocently. "You are?"
He clicked his tongue, frustrated. "This practice is getting out of hand. We might not be able to walk it back…"
"You think so?" I murmured, rolling my hips again—this time slower, firmer, dragging across his rock-hard length while still locked in his kiss.