Page 280 of Midnights
My pulse stumbles because I apparently do not do his body justice.
Asleep, the sharp lines of his jawease, and his whole face is left unguarded. It shouldn't make him hotter, but of course it does. No mask. No armor. Just peace he clearly never lets himself have when he's awake.
I can’t look away, and I can feel heat pooling between my legs.
“You’re staring.”
His voice is thick with sleep, but it sounds deeper than it usually does. The rasp in his tone slides over my skin like gravel and smoke. I try to swallow, but my throat is too dry. That's the only thing that is. Everything else is wet.
“Hi,” I whisper, hating the way my voice betrays me, making me sound breathless and wrecked before he’s even touched me.
Kane shifts, rolling to his side, and when his hand slides over my hip, my entire body reacts.
Heat spreads through me, deep and consuming. His thumb traces slow, lazy circles against my skin—a touch so simple, yet so intimate it sends a chill racing through me.
“How does it feel?”
It feels like I’m already falling apart.
“How does what feel?” I whisper, but my voice comes out uneven, betraying me again.
His fingers still, lingering just long enough to drive me insane. And I’m caught between melting into him and catching fire.
His eyes drag down my body, taking his time. Because he has all the power right now, and he fucking knows it.
Fucking unfair.
His smirk deepens like he can hear that thought, too. “I’d sleep better if you were closer.”
His hand slides up my waist, taking his time making me fall apart.
The moment his hand cups my breast, a shiver rips through me and my body arches into his touch before I can stop myself.
His thumb drags over my nipple, slow and teasing. My fingers curl around the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me here.
His touch doesn’t just burn, it consumes me.
And right now, I'm more than willing to burn for him.
“Kane,” I whisper.
I don’t wait. I crashinto him, kissing him like it's a fight neither of us plans to lose. It's reckless and nothing short of a goddam war.
I slide my hands over his chest, and I swear to God, this man feels bigger than he did last time.
A moan slips free, muffled against his lips, and his response is immediate.
His arm wraps around my back, pulling me on top of him in one fluid motion, never breaking the kiss.
Our bare skin is pressed together, and a jolt of electricity rips through me as soon as I feel the hard length of his cock pressing into me. I have so much built up tension, I swear I might just get off like this.
I start grinding against him, desperate, chasing the friction I need like a woman starved.
His growl is low and rough. Then his hands are everywhere.
They side down my back, dragging me exactly where he wants me.
His grip tightens and his fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place, and this time I’m the one groaning. The need shoots straight through me, turning my bones liquid, making me ache in ways I can’t even describe.
