Georgia's POV
I swear my soul left my body the moment Nick spread my legs and devoured me like he'd been starving for days. There was something about him, this perfect mix of rough hunger and devastating tenderness that made every nerve in me ignite.
He had pulled me so close to the edge of the table that I had no choice but to cling to it, fingers curling tight just to keep myself from sliding off. His hands wrapped around my thighs, pushing them wide, lifting them higher, opening me up completely for him.
I couldn't hide.
I couldn't pretend modesty.
I couldn't even form a coherent thought.
All I could do was surrender because my legs were trembling, my mouth could only spill out breathless, lewd sounds, and my mind was already a mess.
