Ah, Sophie's scent was driving Nicholas crazy.
She smelled of fragrant flowers in her hair along with the scent of rain and dew and other earthly things that were so appealing to him. Her body felt so snug and comfortable around his arms.
If he moved or shifted himself just a little, Nicholas could feel something else besides her waist and hips. His fingers could graze against something else by accident.
Nicholas bit down on his lip and stared at the ceiling. He must have sent an oath or prayer to the heavens. The prince wasn't sure if he was going to praise this opportunity or pray for strength and will.
The storm continued to pour down over the roof and the non-stop pounding of raindrops echoed in his ears. If Nicholas tried to squirm or even move a little, he was afraid that he'd feel his temptation… become more exacerbated.
