Chapter 38

• Annabelle felt the bed dip as he left it, causing her eyes to fly open. He looked down at her, satisfaction on his face and desire in his eyes, as he slowly unbuckled his pants. “You are breathtaking,” he praised as she watched him, struggling to catch her panting breath. “I can’t figure out which is hotter, Annabelle, watching you come or making you come.” His eyes sparkled with his libidinous thoughts. “I guess I’ll have to do it again to figure it out.” He flashed a wicked grin at her full of challenge. Her muscles coiled tightly at his words, and she was startled that he had her so worked up that her body was churning to come again. She bit her lip as he pulled his pants down with his boxer briefs, his impressive erection springing free.
• Holy shit!
• He smirked at her as if he could read her thoughts and crawled on the bed with his lean, firm thighs. He grabbed one of her splayed feet by the heel of her shoe and laced a row of kisses up her calf, stopping at her knee to caress his fingers at the sensitive underside before continuing the dizzying ascent from his mouth up her thigh. He stopped at her apex and kissed her lightly there, swirling his finger gently over her sex, tickling, taunting, testing. She gripped her hand in his hair, “Nicholas,” she panted out, his slight touch on her sensitized flesh almost more than she could bear.