Georgia's POV
I leaned in, close enough for him to think I'd kiss him—but instead, I let the tip of my tongue graze his lower lip, slow and teasing.
His eyes flickered in surprise, anticipation burning there, but just when he leaned forward, I pulled back with a playful giggle that slipped out in the sexiest way I knew how.
He reached up, about to cup my face, but I caught his hands mid-air and pushed them gently back against the sofa. I pinned them there, my lips hovering close to his ear. "Don't move… or I'll stop," I whispered, letting my voice drip with seduction as I began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
His Adam's apple bobbed. "You're being a naughty girl, huh?" he rasped.
"Yes…" I whispered back with a grin, "Because you told me it's up to me. So stay right where you are."
Nick bit his lower lip, his eyes dark with hunger, roaming over me like he was already stripping me bare with just his gaze.
