Page 113 of Midnights
I feel all him—thick and solid against me. Clothes or not, my body doesn't care about the technicality.
I choke on a gasp when the friction slams pleasure through my body, forcing me to arch into him.
“Christ,” he mutters, dropping his head to my shoulder. His grip tightens, and suddenly I'm not sure if he's holding me or holding himself together.
My nails sink into his back, trying to pull him closer, but he won't budge. Fine. I shift, rocking against him. His body locks up, and then his teeth sink into my shoulder. Probably to remind me exactly who I'm playing with.
His lips brush my ear. “Ye keep doin’ that, and I won’t stop.”
I try to clench my thighs together and he must see it on my face, because his grin twists into something that promises trouble.
He pulls back without warning, leaving me swaying like an idiot. My knees nearly give out, and of course, he's there to catch me. The ass probably enjoys it.
I should be pissed. I should shove him, call him out, demand he tell me why he’s always playing this game. But all I can think about is how fucking much I need him to touch me.
Despite the rain, my skin burns under his touch. Every second with him drags me deeper, until I'm not just in over my head—I'm drowning in him.
I need him closer, so I drag him to me. My lips crash into his, and my fingers sink into his soaked hair and yank him closer.
His hands are on me instantly, matching my hunger with his own. My tongue tangles with his, chasing the fire he keeps sparking in every nerve of my body.
The thunder blurs with the storm between us, while rain slides down our bodies. Lightning strikes close—it's so bright it feels like the air itself shatters. The boom that follows tears through me, snapping me back to reality.
I stumble away, gasping, while my pulse pounds in my ears.
“Come on!” He takes my hand. His voice is commanding, cutting through the chaos as we run for cover.
I don’t hesitate.
The rain falls harder, but he doesn’t let go. The canopy offers some relief, but it doesn’t matter, we’re soaked. My hoodie clings to me, and the cold rain is a cruel contrast to the heat still coursing through my veins.
I lean against a tree, catching my breath. A laugh spills out before I can stop it.
Kane is standing right by me, and to my surprise, he laughs, too.
It’s infuriating how good he looks right now. It's almost like the storm dressed him up just to ruin me.
The emotional whiplash that I get from this man, leaves me wrecked in every sense of the word.
He's always pushing my buttons, getting under my skin somehow, or twisting me into knots. Successfully, I might add.
Yet, he was the one who kissed me. And fuck, what a kiss. I feel… amazing.
I look up at him and I'm caught somewhere between awe and complete fucking destruction.
Without thinking, my eyes dip to his mouth, and I catch myself licking my lips.
Big mistake.
I look up and his eyes are glued to my mouth, tracking the movement. My pussy throbs in response.
The intensity in his expression is predatory.
“Princess.”
Neither of us move.
His voice alone is doing things I'll never admit out loud.
