Georgia's POV
Nick pinned my wrists gently above my head, his body hovering just inches from mine. That familiar, dangerous smirk curved on his lips—the kind that made my pulse skip and my thoughts scatter. His eyes dragged down my body, slow and deliberate, before finding my gaze again, dark and unrelenting.
"Tell me, love," he whispered, voice rough with restrained hunger. "Is this what your body's been asking for?"
Heat rushed through me, and I turned my face away, trying to hide the flutter in my chest. "Maybe… I'm not sure what I want," I managed to say, my voice trembling.
Nick's smile deepened as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek. "Then let's find out together."
He stood, offering me his hand. I took it without thinking, and he pulled me to my feet, straight into his warmth, into him. His fingers traced the outline of my jaw, sliding down the curve of my neck and across my shoulder with a tenderness that set my skin ablaze.
