He lowered his head, and his lips brushed hers. Not a hungry kiss, but a questioning one. A slow, deep exploration. She answered by sliding her hands up his bare chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath her palm. It matched her own.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I’ve spent a lot of nights alone in this room,” he confessed, his voice rough. “I thought I liked the quiet. But I was just waiting for a quiet I could share.” -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
“The city’s too loud tonight,” he said, coming to stand beside her, close but not touching. That was their dance. A magnetic field of almost. He lowered his head, and his lips brushed hers
“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation. She answered by sliding her hands up his
“Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the window, back towards the rumpled sheets of the bed, where the city lights became a distant, forgotten galaxy. “Now, I don’t want to sleep at all.”
“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper.
The downtown loft was a cathedral of glass and steel, all sharp angles and city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Nicole Aniston stood before one of them, her silhouette a dark, elegant curve against the glittering tapestry of the night. She held a glass of deep red wine, not drinking, just letting the cool glass rest against her palm.