Page 83 of In Death, Love Survives

“Wolfe, be careful,” she squeals.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

More seriously, she looks at me and bites her lower lip. With a hint of a blush staining her cheeks, Nova nods her head, signaling yes.

“Perfect, angel.”

I set her down on her feet in front of me as I remain leaning back against her desk.

My hands go to her shirt and, with precision, begin to unbutton it. Starting from the top, one by one, the buttons fly open. Nova’s chest vibrates as I do.

She grips my waist as I methodically open each one.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

She lets out a deep breath as a shy smile appears.

“I know you do,” she whispers.

I get to the button against her chest, and it heaves as I undo it. Without staying focused on her chest, I keep going down until I finally reach the last one. It pops open, and Nova takes a step back.

The way she looks as she hesitantly removes her shirt is addicting to watch. Everything about this woman is intoxicating.I’ll never get enough of her if I get the chance to really make her mine.

Nova slips it off and lets it fall to the ground.

“Look at me, baby,” I say.

Bringing my hand to her chin, I gently guide her to face me.

“You’re fucking stunning.”

Her eyes glitter from the compliment. My girl certainly likes to be praised. A note I hope I will need for the future.

“You are,” I repeat.

“I’m nervous,” she admits.

“Why?”

“Because you want to see all of me.”

“Every inch of you is perfection.”

She giggles.

“It’s true,” I continue, keeping my hand on her chin.

Nova reaches for her waistband and pulls down her pencil skirt. As she does, I drop my hand to the side and wait.

It pools to the ground around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a matching black lingerie set.

“Did you put this on for me?”

She nods as she blushes.

“I love that you think of me.”

“Always. I’m always thinking of you.”