Georgia's POV
The moment the last piece of clothing slipped off my skin, I reached for Nick's waistband, ready to take control. His hands clamped around my hips with a firm, delicious dominance.
"Nope," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "You're not doing that."
Before I could even blink, he lifted my left leg and placed it on the sofa, opening me to him completely. And then... his head dipped.
"Nick! Oh my gosh!"
But the rest of my breath dissolved into a sharp gasp the second his mouth met my slit.
My hands flew instinctively to him, one gripping his shoulder for balance, the other tangling in his hair as a broken moan escaped me.
"Oh… god, Nick…"
My head fell back as his tongue found my clit, licking, circling, and flicking with a pace that stole my sanity. There was nothing gentle about the way he devoured me, just raw hunger and deliberate precision. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks shooting up my spine, every deep kiss on my heat made my thighs tremble.
