When she pulled back a fraction, I sighed, sad to let her go. But she didn't pull free. No, in fact, all she did was create enough room to explore my chest and shoulders with her fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to absorb her touch, and I basked in the swell of my heart. Every stroke of her nails was like a shot of scotch that warmed its way down my throat and then coated my stomach in relaxed bliss. With each caress, Nikki became more brazen. Her hand dipped a bit lower on my abdomen or inched a tad higher on my jaw.
I itched to have her, to take her and claim her. I didn't know a damn thing about the girl, but she'd eaten a hole into my heart and then waltzed right into it and set up shop, made it her home. That s**t was dangerous, but I'd be damned if I didn't want it all
