Page 49 of A Kiss at Midnight

I place her on the bed of my truck, spread her legs, and move close, aligning my face perfectly with hers.

“What we both need.” With this, I grasp her neck and pull her against me, sealing our mouths together, and only just beginning to scratch the surface of my hunger where this woman’s concerned.

She struggles for a brief moment, until I gentle my hold, my anger gone, passion taking its place. Only then does she melt against me, a whimper escaping her throat as I break through the barrier of her lips and plunder her mouth, making sure she thinks of no other man but me.

Wrapping her in my arms, I dominate this moment in the best way I know how. I push away the thoughts of who’s truly in control. I’m transported to a place where my problems evaporate, where the endless void of my life paradoxically disappears. Nothing matters when I’m in her arms, when my lips are on hers, when my body sinks inside her. Nothing matters but her. Only passion, heat, and lust are real right now. OnlyJewelis real.

When I pull back, I can’t see her face — the light from the truck behind her. I can only hear her deep, panting breaths as I reach for the hem of her shirt and begin tugging on it. I have to feel her skin, I need to taste every single inch of her body.

I slide my fingers over her taut stomach, and her muscles shake beneath my touch, making me feel stronger, invincible, and molten hot. I gasp in pleasure as my fingers glide over her full breasts and peaked nipples, sending a shock wave through me.

Still, she’s wearing too many clothes. I carefully nudge her backward, laying her flat on the bed of my truck. I place my fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans and undo them, then drag them and the thin piece of silk barely covering her off of her trembling legs.

I smooth my hands up her thighs and past her stomach, and cup her sweet breasts, making her groan with need. Her response makes me ache. My arousal pulses, and I’m ready to strip away my clothes and take her right now, to plunge within her heat, to feel the walls of her core pulse around me. But I won’t rush. My brow beads with sweat as I draw back long enough to rip my shirt buttons as I fling the offending garment to the floor of the truck.

The cloud cover clears, and the light from the full moon gives me a perfect view of her ivory flesh against my dark truck, and the sight of her nearly makes me fall to my knees in appreciation. When she looks up, takes in my chest, and lets out a gasp, I don’t know how I remain on my feet.

“I want you now. I want you always. I can’t get enough of you,” I say as I undo my pants and push them down, leaving me bare before her.

The frustration in her greedy eyes fuels my desire, and I come to her again and run my hands along the inside of her spread thighs. When goosebumps appear on her flesh, I pause.

“Are you cold?” The air is warm, and I’m burning up, but maybe having sex out in the open isn’t the best idea.

“No,” she whispers with a shake of her head, her voice barely audible.

“Are you scared?” I hold my breath and wait.

“Not at all,” she says. It isn’t fear causing her to shake.

Her answer fills me with pride. I was ticked earlier, but I don’t want her afraid of me; I want her to desire me, to need me, to not want to let me go... even though that’s against our rules.

I’m beginning to hate the rules we set, and hate even more how this started. In a short time, she’s taken hold of something inside me, though I’m not sure I want to analyze it. Dammit, I’m so confused. I’ve never felt anything like this with any other woman. I need to think of this as sex... andonlysex.

“I won’t hurt you, Jewel. No matter how frustrated I am, I’ll never hurt you.”I need her to know this and to say she believes me. She’s silent, and I wait, my hands resting beneath her heat as I throb.

“Please, Blake,” she cries.

“No, Jewel. Tell me you know I won’t hurt you,” I demand. I slide my hands up her body, stopping them just below the rise and fall of her breasts before moving down to her core, circling her clit, but not quite touching where she needs my touch the most.

“Blake...”

I say nothing, but rub my arousal against her slit, letting her know I’m more than ready to plunge inside.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” she finally gasps in frustration. “Please, please touch me.”

I don’t need to hear anything more. I move one hand lower, pressing my fingers inside her while the other trails up her body and circles the mound of her breast and over her nipple, making her arch her back and groan into the night.

Lowering my head, I pull her closer, then take her peaked nipple and suck, flicking my tongue over the ridge as she squirms beneath me.

“More, please, more,” she begs, reaching out and tugging my hair, holding me tightly against her.

“Here?” I tease as I kiss my way across her perfect mounds, and flick my tongue over her other nipple, wetting it before sucking hard.

“Yes!” she cries, grasping me, clutching me, telling me with her movements that she wants my skin against hers, my body sunk deep inside.

I’m not ready for that yet. I’ll go wild and won’t be able to give her the pleasure she needs, so I trail my mouth down the tight curve of her stomach. Urged on by her trembling, I skim my mouth across her heat.

At the first swipe of my tongue, her body jumps from the truck bed. Tucking my hands beneath her luscious backside,I hold her in place, spread her core open, and lick along her sweet folds.Pressing my mouth against her pulsing core, I suck the tender flesh of her engorged clit, and glory in her cries of release. I can’t get enough of her.

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