Chapter 98

• Slowly leaning forward, Nick nipped at Lalaine's bottom lip before taking it between his own for a sensual kiss. She fisted his shirt as he pulled away slightly and then kissed her again and again, each time deepening it a little more. It wasn't enough for Lalaine, and truthfully, it wasn't enough for Nick either. Thankful the door was still locked, he maneuvered out from under her so she could lie back on the couch before settling on one bended knee between her legs. Just as anxious as Nick, Lalaine tugged on his shirt, pulling him down to her until their chests were flush.
• They were making out like a couple of teenagers on the couch in his uncle's office, and Nick felt so alive. His hand traveled up her thigh and under the hem of her dress, and he stopped abruptly when he got to her hip. Something was very much out of place.
• He hooked his fingers under the elastic band there and snapped it. "What the hell is this, Miss Brown?" Nick asked against her lips.