Midnight Fever (Men of Midnight #5)(9)

He pressed harder and she pressed right back with her hips and he nearly lost it.

He lifted his mouth just a little. Enough to use it for talking not kissing. "I can't wait much longer. Sorry." In his head, he'd formed the words but they came out on one breath-Ican'twaitmuchlongersorry.

She huffed out a little laugh, tightened her arms around his neck. Was that a yes? Did that mean she was impatient, too? He'd ask, but he couldn't lift his mouth from hers again, too much to ask of him. Her mouth felt like a sex and his tongue was a pretty good dick substitute, and he simply couldn't stop.

He lifted his mouth again, just a little. "Got to do this." Gottadothis.



       
         
       
        

"Hmm." She breathed into his mouth.

That was an okay, right?

Kay was wearing this amazing outfit that outlined her curves. A tight raspberry-colored dress and matching jacket. The jacket went first. Just fell to the floor with a little help from his hands and her shoulders. She held her arms out to her sides so it could slide off easily.

Jacket, check.

Dress.

Nick scrabbled for her zipper but he was pressing her against the wall too hard to wedge his hand in. He pulled her forward, took hold of the little zipper thingie and slowly pulled down. The zipper worked! All of a sudden it seemed to him that the zipper was the most magnificent technological development ever in the history of the world. Forget satellites and cell phones. You grab a tiny piece of metal, pull downward, and the most beautiful woman in the world was suddenly naked.

Almost naked.

Kay shimmied a little as Nick placed his hands on the shoulders of the sleeveless dress and slid his hands forward. The dress fell lightly to the floor and she stepped out of it. Both of them sidestepped, like a little dance.

Since Nick wasn't kissing her, he opened his eyes and ohmygod. Kay dressed was a beautiful woman. Kay in high heels, bra and a little lace thing around her hips was a sight to stop the heart of a man.

His wasn't stopping, though. Nope, it was drumming triple time.

He grunted something-not too sure what-and unhooked her bra. Luckily bra hooks were not challenging, because his hands felt like big, clumsy appendages at the end of his wrists. Anything more complex would have been beyond him.

The bra, too, fell away.

Kay's breasts were incredible-full, high, hers. He cupped her left breast and nuzzled it, feeling her heartbeat thrumming under his lips. Thank God. She was excited, too. Not as much as him, but enough.

He licked her nipple, felt a shudder go through her, then bit it lightly. She moaned.

Oh God, he wasn't going to survive this.

Nick put his face between her breasts, licking his way up to her neck. His lips rested over the artery in her neck and he felt it pulsing. Her skin was hot, releasing some kind of amazing scent. A lotion maybe. Pheromones, certainly.

"I don't think I can make it to the bed," he whispered against the skin of her neck.

"Then don't," she whispered back.

Nick placed his hands inside stretchy lace panties and slowly slid them down those long, slim legs. She stepped out of them daintily and she was naked except for high heels.

His dick was pulsing and he was very close to coming, which would be very uncool. Spurting onto her stomach, no sir. Not going to happen. Or not spurting onto her stomach but his trousers, because he was still fully dressed.

As fast as he could, Nick toed his shoes off, unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped. His briefs followed. In combat he went commando, but he had elected to wear underwear for his date with Kay. 

Like Kay had, he stepped out of everything and moved a step to the side and she followed him, like some bizarre naked dance.

He kissed her again, and it was even better when his dick could press against her naked mound.

"You okay?" he gasped.

"Hmm," she answered. That could be yes or no. There was another way to find out if she was with him or not. His hand reached down, slid over the lips of her sex. Yes! She was excited. She was soft and warm and above all, wet.

Nick entered her with a finger, pressing all the way in.

Kay gasped and stood higher, arching against him. "Nick," she murmured, and the hairs of his body stood up.

She was so warm and soft, he almost envied his own finger. Moving gently, he slid slightly out then pressed back in.

And, miracle of miracles, she came. Amazing. Her sex pulsed around his finger in sharp contractions. Kay gasped in a breath, pressed her head against the wall, closed her eyes and stopped breathing. She was lost in pleasure. Nick watched her coming, felt it.

He looked down at himself, as big as a club, shiny with pre-come. There was no way he was going to last, he had to enter her or drop dead. Spreading her with two fingers, he pressed into her just as her contractions were slowing, and it set her off again.