“Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the window, back towards the rumpled sheets of the bed, where the city lights became a distant, forgotten galaxy. “Now, I don’t want to sleep at all.”
A slow smile touched Nicole’s lips, a rare, unguarded thing that softened her entire being. “And now?”
The night deepened around them, the only romance that mattered unfolding in the space between two people who had finally stopped holding their breath. Outside, the city roared. Inside, there was only the soft sound of discovery, and the quiet, profound beginning of forever. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper. “Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading
She set the wine glass down on the cold steel of a side table. The soft clink was the only sound for a moment. She turned, and the city lights painted silver streaks across her bare arms. She walked to him, and this time, when she stopped, there were no inches left. Her body met his, a gentle, yielding pressure.
He lowered his head, and his lips brushed hers. Not a hungry kiss, but a questioning one. A slow, deep exploration. She answered by sliding her hands up his bare chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath her palm. It matched her own. Outside, the city roared
He’d photographed supermodels, war zones, the desolate beauty of abandoned places. But he’d never seen a light like the one that lived inside Nicole. It wasn’t a blazing sun; it was a steady, quiet ember. She didn’t demand attention; she commanded it by simply being . Her blonde hair fell in soft, natural waves around her shoulders, and her face, even without a trace of makeup, held a classic, pure beauty that made his chest ache.