Midnight's Captive(99)

Loving Charon, however, was a risky move. One she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to chance.

“Laura,” he whispered. His dark gaze was intense as it held hers.

She pulled her hand from his and reached down to pull open his towel. The sight of him full aroused and hard made her blood burn through her veins.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” she confessed before she straddled his legs.

Charon’s hands were instantly on her bare legs. He moved them up her thighs, shoving the hem of his shirt higher as he did. “If you want to talk beauty, I’m looking at it.”

Her breath hitched when his thumbs grazed the curls of her sex. To feel the wonderful heat of him so close was driving her mad. The seductive lust, the soul-wrenching yearning she had to once more be in his arms was too inviting to ignore.

For two years, she’d been content to work beside him, to be the one he turned to when he needed something in his business. She never expected to call him friend, yet it had happened.

Lover was one name she certainly never dared to even dream.

With one yank of his hands, Charon jerked her shirt open, sending the two buttons flying across the room before he pulled her down. Her chest was heaving as she watched him gaze so lovingly at her breasts.

And then he cupped them in his hands.

Laura’s eyes slid closed and her head dropped back. Her breasts swelled, aching for more. She rocked her hips forward as Charon’s thumbs teased her nipples into hard little points.

Desire filled her, encircled her.

Claimed her.

And when his hot mouth closed over a turgid peak, Laura cried out from the sheer pleasure of it. With one hand on her back, he licked and laved her nipple with his tongue.

Laura’s body was no longer her own. It was Charon’s to do with as he pleased. She arched her back to thrust out her breast as she wrapped her arms around his head.

He moved from one breast to the other, wringing more cries from her until she was a shuddering mass of need.

Charon grabbed her hips and pulled her against the long, hard length of him. She gasped at the contact along her sensitive flesh, but when she tried to reach for him, he quickly grabbed her hands.

“Nay. I’d spill the instant you touched me,” he whispered in her ear before he sucked her lobe in his mouth.

Laura continued to rock against his arousal until his fingers dug into her hips to halt her. She whimpered, needing the contact against him.

Charon smiled when her sigh of pleasure filled the room as he sank a finger into her hot, wet channel. He’d never been so close to a climax before, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

The feel of her magic only sent his already heated body into a frenzy. He hungered for her, longed for her with a force that frightened him.

But that’s what Laura did to him. She touched parts of him he no longer thought existed, parts he was sure had died after he killed his father.

It was Charon’s turn to moan when Laura’s hands slid sensuously over his chest and shoulders down to his stomach. The back of her hand grazed the head of his cock. His balls tightened and his blood quickened.

That’s all it took. One touch, one look from Laura and he was putty in her hands.

He watched the pleasure fill her face and her lips part on a sigh as he moved his fingers in and out of her. His cock jumped, eager to fill her.

Charon loved watching the way her body moved against his. Slowly, sensuously. Wantonly. With her back arched and her breasts begging for attention while her hips met his hand each time he thrust his fingers inside her.

His breathing became ragged, his blood pounding in his ears as her cries grew louder. Her hands were braced behind her on his legs. Charon bent and took a nipple in his mouth as he swirled his fingers around her clitoris.

He groaned in excitement when her nails raked down his back. Charon wanted to hear her scream his name again, needed to see her body flushed with pleasure. Pleasure he had given her.

Laura began to rock faster against his hand. Suddenly, her body clamped down on his fingers as she climaxed. He continued to thrust his fingers to prolong her pleasure until she went limp in his arms.

Charon’s body shook, he wanted her so desperately. He stood and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down, her eyes opened to look at him.

In her beautiful moss green depths, he saw something stark and profound, something that a year ago would have sent him running from the room. He didn’t know if he was ready for it, but he couldn’t run. Not from Laura.

He lifted one of her legs and guided his cock to her entrance. She was slick with her own arousal, and it only fired his blood even more.

Charon wanted to go slowly, but she had already sent him well past his control. With one thrust, he seated himself inside her. She sucked in a startled breath, and then moaned.