Georgia's POV
From the mirror's reflection, I watched Nick sink to his knees before me. Slow but confident, and completely focused. His hands moved with an easy claim; one tracing the curve of my leg as he guided it open, the other skimming up my body until it found my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple with his fingers.
The sight alone sent a rush of heat to my face, and my breath caught somewhere between disbelief and desire.
When his lips met my slit, every muscle in my body tensed, my hands instinctively finding his hair and shoulder for balance. The first touch of his mouth drew a sound from me I couldn't contain—something raw and breathless that filled the walk-in closet.
His tongue finally touched my folds, parting them as if he was eating a fruit and looking for its nectar. I gasped loudly, which turned into a moan.
"Mmm… Ahh… Baby…" I hissed as the stroke of his tongue became stronger and wilder.
