Chapter 179: Let Me Warm You Up (1)
Georgia’s POV
Nick pressed a tender kiss to my forehead after the promise I gave him, his lips lingering there as if sealing it into my soul. "I have so many plans for us, Georgia," he murmured, his voice low and solemn, every word sinking deep into me. "And when the time comes that you’re uncertain, I want you to remember tonight... remember that you promised to trust me."
The sincerity in his tone wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making my chest tighten with emotion. I nodded quickly and hugged him, burying myself in his embrace. "Alright... I’ll do that, too. Now..." I tilted my head up, still holding him close, and locked eyes with him. "...let’s see this plan of yours."
His grin was downright wicked, and my stomach flipped. "I hope you don’t regret saying that, sweetheart," he teased, mischief sparking in his gaze.
And just like that, a flicker of regret curled in my belly. Oh gods, what did I just unleash? The reality hit me—Nicholas Knight wasn’t just a monster in business, he was a monster in bed. And we had work tomorrow.
The smile on my lips faltered, but before I could voice a single protest, his arm slid firmly around my waist while his other hand cradled the back of my neck. With a kiss that stole my breath and scattered my thoughts, he guided me down onto the bed, claiming me all over again.
I looped my arms around Nick’s neck as he hovered above me, his weight, his presence, his heat, it was all-consuming. My legs parted instinctively, welcoming him, surrendering to him. Tonight, whatever he wanted to do, I wouldn’t resist. He was mine, and I was his.
I felt him again... hard, alive, pressing against my thigh. My fingers twitched, aching to touch him, so I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length.
He jerked slightly at the sudden contact, and when I looked up, his smile was the kind that made my pulse skip. "What?" I asked, breathless.
"Your hand is cold," he said with a chuckle, his voice filled with mischief. "Let me warm you up."
Before I could respond, his lips claimed mine, this time, not gentle but ravenous. His mouth devoured me like a starving man, his tongue crashing into mine, fierce and demanding. It was messy, overwhelming, intoxicating, like he wanted to taste every secret hidden inside me.
When his tongue finally caught mine, he sucked hard, relentless, like I was the sweetest delicacy crafted just for him. The sensation had me moaning helplessly into his mouth, my body arching into his. It was suffocating in the most delicious way, stealing my breath even as it ignited every nerve in my body.
His lips trailed lower, slow but unrelenting... Down my jaw, across my neck, grazing my collarbone. Then came the sharp pull of his mouth sucking hard against my skin, and I instantly knew he was leaving a mark. A sudden gasp escaped me.
He didn’t stop there. His lips devoured me with desperate hunger, claiming me piece by piece. My chest, the swell of my breasts, even the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Everywhere he went, he branded me with his mouth.
"Nick!" I gasped, half scolding, half breathless. "I’m going to be covered in red marks tomorrow!"
"Good," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Then everyone will know you’re mine."
Before I could even respond, his mouth closed over one of my breasts, and I jolted at the sudden sting of his bite.
"Ahh—Nick!" I yelped, my eyes shooting down to see the faint imprint of his teeth around my nipple. My glare must have been fiery because he only chuckled, wicked and unrepentant.
With that infuriating grin, he licked over the mark slowly, as if his tongue could soothe away the sting he’d just caused. "Perfect," he whispered against me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction before sucking again, harder this time, with the hunger of someone who’d been denied for too long.
"Ahh... babe..." The words slipped out of me, weak and needy.
My body was burning, wet, and desperate, every nerve tuned to him. I should have been annoyed, but instead I was falling apart, melting under his touch, craving more.
Then he moved lower, and I instinctively spread my legs wider, silently begging him without a word. His eyes caught my movement, and that wicked smirk appeared.
"You want me to taste you that badly, baby?" he teased, his voice low and sinful.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I couldn’t deny it—not when my body was already trembling with need. I bit my lip and gave him a tiny nod.
"I love it when you ask for what you want," he murmured, his gaze burning into mine. "It makes me want to give you even more."
Something bold took over me, and I smirked right back. "Then stop talking and use that mouth on me." The words left me sharper than I expected, but the thrill of it made my pulse race.
Nick grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. "Yes, ma’am," he said playfully.
His fingers gently parted me, and instead of diving in, he pressed the lightest kiss on my clit—just a brush, a tease.
"Nick..." I whimpered, frustration obvious in my tone. "Don’t tease me."
"Say please," he countered, clearly enjoying himself.
"Lick me, please," I breathed, shameless in my desperation.
"Good girl. Now, watch me," he said, his voice a promise that sent shivers down my spine.
Propping myself on my elbows, I locked my gaze with his. His tongue flicked out slowly, before landing exactly where I craved him most.
My lips parted on their own, a soft moan escaping, while my hand tangled in his hair, needing to anchor myself to him as the pleasure sparked through me.
"Is this what you want, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with temptation.
God, he already knew. He was just enjoying dragging me through his little game.
"Yes... I want more," I whispered, then braver words tumbled out of me. "Please... give me more, Captain."
The moment that word left my lips, his eyes darkened—like I had just awakened something powerful inside him. A spark lit in his gaze, burning hotter, fiercer, like a man who’d just been handed permission to unleash every desire he’d been holding back.