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.”
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. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
He’d photographed supermodels, war zones, the desolate beauty of abandoned places. But he’d never seen a light like the one that lived inside Nicole. It wasn’t a blazing sun; it was a steady, quiet ember. She didn’t demand attention; she commanded it by simply being . Her blonde hair fell in soft, natural waves around her shoulders, and her face, even without a trace of makeup, held a classic, pure beauty that made his chest ache. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes
She set the wine glass down on the cold steel of a side table. The soft clink was the only sound for a moment. She turned, and the city lights painted silver streaks across her bare arms. She walked to him, and this time, when she stopped, there were no inches left. Her body met his, a gentle, yielding pressure. But I was just waiting for a quiet I could share