NICOLE’S POV
I wanted to fight him, to kiss him until I was out of breath, but also to scream at him for being such an ass. But instead, I peeled his shirt off and planted warm kisses on his chiseled chest.
I felt his hand slither under the flimsy material of my nightgown. I shuddered and grabbed on to the edge of the bed as his hand slowly made its way up my thigh, caressing the sensitive skin of my thigh. Every touch left a trail of burning fire in its wake. I could feel the hair on my skin stand in anticipation, his strong, musky cologne impaling my senses.
How could I possibly want this man so desperately and at the same time hate his guts?
His fingers stopped at the base of my panty line and looked up at me, the desire in his eyes making me tremble. This man wanted me, just as m
