CHASING TROUBLE

Caroline broke off as Nicholas took another step forward, until they were now once again standing so close they were almost touching. She gave a determined shake of her head. "Mr Connelly,"

"Nick," he corrected,

"Nicholas"

"Nick," he repeated,

Caroline was a bit frustrated, "Nick," she bit out, "if you're trying to intimidate me then I think I should warn you-"

"Warn me of what...?" Nicholas murmured throatily, even as he raised one of his hands to cup the warmth of her cheek, before moving the soft pad of his thumb over the softness of her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against his fingers as he parted those lips in preparation for his kiss. His own arousal intensified at the feel of that sensual warmth against his skin. His shaft was hard and pulsing, demanding.

Caroline's eyes were wide, deep amber pools as she stared up at him. "I should warn you-"

"Yes...?" Nicholas prompted softly, holding that wide and startled gaze with his own as his head began to lower towards hers.

She breathed softly. "I really should warn you-"

"Warn me later, hmm?" he dismissed gruffly, before finally claiming those full and pouting lips with his own.