Chapter 57

• His eyes widen. A guttural sigh escaped from his throat, and then he moved towards her, pulling her into a devouring kiss. Desperation pulsed between them. He pushed her backward, their legs shuffling into each other, their hands grabbing at every inch of exposed skin they could find. Annabelle's backside bumped up against the hard edge of the granite on the kitchen island as Nicholas's hands fumbled with her jeans. He shoved them down over her hips and then easily lifted her onto the countertop.
• The chill of the granite slab bit into the bare skin of her heated core, adding a new dimension to the heightened sensation in her sex. Nicholas tugged her jeans and panties down off her feet, and then spread her knees apart. He stepped into her, pressing between her legs as he brought his mouth back to hers. His hands ran down her chest, cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra before continuing their descent to the apex of her thighs. He ran a finger over her cleft before slipping a finger between its seam to find her wet and wanting.
• “Oh, Annabelle …” he hissed as he slid a finger up and back, coating her with her own dampness and pleasuring her at the same time. His other hand fumbled with the button fly of his jeans. He looked down to watch his teasing torment of her sex and then brought his lips to hers. “I want to feel you on me, Annabelle. Nothing between us,” his mouth murmured against hers. His words deepened the ache she was drowning in. “Can you trust me when I tell you that I’ve been tested? That I always use protection. Have never had sex without it. That I’m clean.” He kissed her again, his tongue slipped between her lips, licking, tasting, tempting. “God, I just want to feel you.”