Midnight Fever (Men of Midnight #5)(12)

Nick crawled up her body using elbows and knees and he slid into her just as his mouth covered hers, laying claim to her completely. He was so hard everywhere. Her fingers dug into his shoulders but it was like clutching iron-no give. He kissed her and kissed her and stayed completely still inside her. It was a little gift. He was enormous, and though she was turned on, he'd cleaned away his juice and hers, and it took a moment to adjust.

She could feel herself adjusting. Each stroke of his tongue and another part of her softened. Her legs fell open because she didn't have the strength to clutch him with her legs.

His mouth left hers, kissed her ear. Goose bumps broke out on her arms. She contracted around him.

"Tell me when," he murmured low in her ear, his breath making her shiver.

"What?" His mouth now was on her neck, which she stretched to give him better access.

"Tell me when I can move."

So hot and hard inside her. It was a fine line between pain and pleasure. It was wonderful feeling him still in her, but she knew for a fact that blinding pleasure came when he moved.

Kay clutched his hard buttocks, curling her nails in.

"Now," she whispered.





Kay woke up disoriented, dry-mouthed. Where was she? What happened?

Something had happened, that was for sure. She felt pounded, pummeled and yet … completely relaxed. As if someone had beaten her up and then given her a full-body massage. While kissing her.

Hmmm.

Nick.

Her body knew it before she did. She turned her head and came up against Nick's face, so close to hers that they'd be kissing if she puckered. She could feel his breath on her face. If he were awake, he'd be kissing her, that was for sure. She'd spent almost the entire night with him inside her, kissing her.

Her body flared with heat as if a bomb had gone off inside. Incendiary heat that filled her from the inside out, rushing along her veins, blossoming under her skin.

She ached in places. Her lips felt swollen, as did her breasts, the tissues between her thighs. She was marked by Nick. She brought her forearm to her nose, the memory vivid of holding those broad shoulders with her arms. Yep. She even smelled of Nick, as if his molecules had rubbed off on her. 

A heavy arm lay across her belly. She was going to have to finesse things to escape from under that arm without waking him. Waking him would be … dangerous. Last night had been time out of time, a sort of going-away present to herself. It had been even more powerful and magical than she had imagined it would be.

But it was over. Real time, the real world, came rushing back. She had something dangerous to do and she had to do it alone.

Nick was incredibly single-minded. He wouldn't allow her to just disappear without saying anything and there was nothing to say. Nothing she could say to him.

Certainly not the truth.

I don't know what's going to happen in the next few hours but whatever happens, it won't be good.

No way could she say that to Nick and expect him to step back. That wasn't his way, Nick never stepped back. So last night had been a one-off.

Oh God. Kay knew she had to get going, but she allowed herself another minute or two, just looking at Nick, imagining another universe. A better one, a universe where they'd be allowed to explore this amazing chemistry they shared.

She watched his face as he slept, reaching a hand out to trace his strong features with a finger one inch from his face. What she wouldn't give to touch him. She knew his face as much by touch as by sight. She knew exactly where the rough beard ended on his cheeks and the beardless skin began-soft compared to the rasp of the whiskers. She knew the feel of the lines around his eyes, more a product of wind and sun than age. His firm jaw, the tendons in his neck, the blade of his nose-she'd traced them endlessly last night.

Her hand hovered, so close she could feel the heat emanating from him. The urge to touch him was so strong her hand trembled. If she touched him, he'd wake up. His eyes would open, those dark, fascinating eyes, and lock with hers. He'd reach out for her.

And she'd be lost.

No, she couldn't touch him. But how to get out of this bed and out of this room?

Slither out, like she was escaping. Which she was. It was hateful to think it, but she was doing an old-fashioned bunk after a one-night stand. Just like the skeeviest of guys. A female dick.

Nick was breathing deeply, regularly. Follow the rhythm of his breathing, she told herself, like catching a wave at sea.

She watched him carefully, pulling away just a little every time he breathed out. Each exhale, Kay shifted, breath by breath, until she was free of the heavy weight of his arm.

The second she was free, she missed it, missed being held by him. Standing by the side of the bed, she looked down at him. He was sleeping on his side, one strong arm out, the one that had curled around her. His eyes were unmoving behind the lids, he wasn't dreaming, he wasn't just about to come out of deep sleep.