“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation.
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 brought his hands up, not with heat, but with reverence. His fingertips traced the line of her jaw, the delicate shell of her ear. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. This was the purest form of romance, Nicole thought. It wasn’t about grand gestures or breathless declarations. It was this: the quiet intimacy of being truly seen. “Come here,” he said softly, not a command,