Chapter 90

• Annabelle skimmed her fingers down the plains of his torso, nails scratching softly so that his body twitched in reaction. Her mouth followed the same path but on a much more leisurely pace. Nicholas let his head fall back and groaned a soft sound of pure appreciation when she stopped and licked the flat disks of his nipples. His hands trailed down her arms, up and over her shoulders, and fiddled with the ties at the back of her neck. “Uh, uh, uh,” she chastised, intent on her own pace of seduction. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she laced openmouthed kisses down the skin-gloved muscles of his abdomen. “My turn, Nicholas.”
• She stepped back from him, never breaking eye contact, raised her hands to the back of her neck, and slowly untied her dress. “It’s a little hot in here, don’t you think, Ace?” She toyed with him as she took in a fortifying breath and let the material slowly slide down the curves of her body. She saw the fire leap into Nicholas’s eyes as he took in what was underneath. She had worn her Agent Provocateur strapless bra and panty set in a rich, dark purple lace that hid little but highlighted her figure perfectly in an overtly sexy way for a modest girl like her.
• “Sweet Jesus, woman! The sight of you is enough to drive a sane man crazy,” he drawled as his eyes dragged their way back up and down her body again. He rubbed his thumb over his other fingers as if they were itching to touch her. She stepped toward him again, her body hyperaware of everything around them and between them. She reached out and laid her palms on his chest, his body quivering in anticipation.