-nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...: -puremature-

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.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...

She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her. He lowered his head, and his lips brushed hers

“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. She answered by sliding her hands up his

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.

“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation.

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.