Georgia's POV
My palms drifted down Nick's chest, feeling every warm line of muscle as I slid lower. When my fingers reached the waistband of his briefs, I let them play there, light, teasing strokes, before stepping off the bed to stand between his legs. He watched me like I was something he was starving for.
I traced the edge of his briefs with one finger, letting it glide along his skin.
"Hmm… I think something in here is dying to come out." My eyes dropped to the hard, prominent bulge straining against the fabric. "It looks… uncomfortably stiff."
Nick's smirk was sinful. "It wants to get out," he murmured, voice deep and gravelly. "And go straight inside you. So maybe you should help it and say hello, babe."
I laughed softly and tilted my head. "Oh? And what if I don't?" I dragged my fingertip along the length of his cock through the fabric, slowly, deliberately. The twitch of his hips… the way he sucked in a breath… God, he was trying so hard not to lose control.
