TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
She wasn’t looking at him, she hadn’t quite looked at him all evening.
“I know I shouldn’t,” Cheryl said, a half-smile tugging at her mouth. “But I can’t resist it. Chocolate is my only vice… I’m just addicted to it.”
He smiled, stretching his arm out along the back of the sofa, but making sure it didn’t invade her space. His eyes caressed her every inch, enjoying her like she was doing with the truffle. Nikolas felt desire rising in him… and anticipation.
“Then don’t…” he answered. “Don’t resist, Cher.”