Chapter 37

• Annabelle began to take off her high heels, but Nicholas reached down to grab her hand before she could reach her shoe. “Uh-uh,” he told her, smiling lasciviously, “leave them on.”
• She sucked in her breath, insecurities rearing their ugly head as she stood before him in a bra, a scrap of lace as an excuse for panties, and her stilettos. “I think—”
• “Sh-sh-sh,” he whispered against her lips. “Don’t think, Annabelle. The time for thinking is over.” He stepped them backwards, the back of her knees hitting the bed, and he slowly laid her down, his mouth still lacing her with kisses. “Just feel,” his husky voice demanded of her. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck while the other roamed slowly down to the black lace of her bra and over her ribcage before starting the path back up again. A moan escaped her lips. She needed his touch like she needed her next breath right now.