Midnight Sins (Midnight 2)

His hand was warm against hers. The door to her bedroom stood partially open. With her left hand, she shoved against the wood, and it opened fully with a soft creak.

She stepped forward, heading for the brass bed she loved.

He didn’t move.

“Todd?”

Her vision was sharper than a human’s. Even in the dark, she could make out his form. See the tension he held in check.

“Why do I want you so much?” He asked. “I swear, I can’t even breathe right now without tasting you.” He moved a few inches forward, and the moonlight spilling through her bedroom window fell over his face.

Her pheromones filled the air. No way to control them now.

But she could smell his scent, too. The warm, rich scent of man. With every breath that she drew, she inhaled him.

And she could taste him on her tongue.

“You feel it, too, don’t you?” He asked, and there was a demand in his voice.

It. The need. The lust that was almost overwhelming. Hell, yes, she felt it, too.

“I’m safe, Cara. I need you to know that. I use protection, always use it.”

Good to know. She was immune to human diseases, but he wouldn’t understand that if she told him. And it was honorable that he wanted to tell her of his health.

A gentleman.

It made her want him even more.

She tugged against his hold.

“Cara?” He released her.

Her fingers immediately went to the waist of his jeans. Found the buckle of his belt. She unhooked it, then she began to work on the snap of the jeans.

“Don’t.” An order.

She tilted her head back. “It’s gonna be pretty hard for this to work with your pants still on there, stud.”

A surprised bark of laughter rumbled from his throat and Cara’s own lips curved.

Damn. How long has it been since I even felt like smiling with a man?

“Ah, baby, don’t worry. The jeans will definitely be coming off.” His fingertips trailed over her arms. “But I’d rather get you naked first.”

She liked her plan better, but…Cara’s fingers rose, began to lift up the hem of her shirt. She tossed it onto the floor. Unfastened the front clasp of her black bra.

Humans and their inventions. Sometimes they could be damn clever and sexy.

Her br**sts sprang free. The ni**les were tight with arousal. She wanted his hands on them. His mouth. But first—

With a swift move of her fingers, she shoved her skirt down her legs. It pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of the trapping fabric. She kicked her shoes across the room. “Better?”

He growled.

She took that as a yes.

“Your turn.” Then her hands were on him. Unsnapping those jeans. Sliding down the zipper. Discovering a pair of boxers beneath the rough fabric of the jeans.

Then finding his cock. Aroused. Long. Wider than her wrist. Warm to the touch and pulsating with desire. She stroked him, a long caress from root to tip, and heard with pleasure the sound of his ragged breath.

“Don’t tease, Cara.” An order given with glittering eyes.

“I’m not.” She stepped back. Moved to the edge of her bed and felt the mattress against the back of her thighs. Her hands were literally itching to touch him. To give pleasure. To take pleasure.

And power.

Just a touch. So simple. So gentle.

A touch could bring paradise or pain. Such was the way of her kind.

Lucky for Todd, she wasn’t too much into the pain. Never had been.

“Tell me, Detective,” she used the title deliberately, “just what do you like? A woman in control? Or do you like to keep the power?”

He swore softly. Shed his remaining clothes with an economy of motion. “I don’t care much for games,” he muttered, and she saw him reach into the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled out his wallet, reached inside for something. Probably protection. After a moment, he stalked toward her and tossed a small packet onto the bed. “I just care about getting you under me in, oh, the next five seconds.”

Her lips parted to reply—

But he had her pinned to the bed, legs spread, arms anchored to the soft mattress above her head in, oh, three seconds.

The man might not like games, but he sure liked being in command.

The ridge of his arousal prodded against her sex. Todd was more than ready. So was she. He could thrust deep and hard into her right then and she wouldn’t—

“I’ve dreamed about you.”

Dreams he shouldn’t have remembered.

“I want to know if your br**sts feel as good against my tongue, in reality, as they do when I’m dreaming.” Keeping his hold on her wrists, he lowered his head, the faint stubble of his five o’clock shadow scraping across her flesh in an electric caress that made her gasp.

His lips closed over her left nipple. His mouth was warm, wet, and his tongue, as it curved around her areola, so damn skilled.

Todd Brooks certainly wasn’t an amateur when it came to pleasures of the flesh.

Good. Neither was she.

A moan filled the air. Her moan. She lifted her hips, rubbing against him and loving the friction of his body against hers.

His mouth opened wider and he began to suckle her. Strong. Hard.

“Todd!”

His head lifted. “You taste the same…just like my dreams.” He turned his attention to her other breast.

Oh, damn. Sensual energy filled her body. She pulled her arms down, easily breaking his hold. “I can show you…ah, that’s good…a reality that’s a hell of a lot better than any dream.”

His mouth moved to her stomach. Began to kiss a heated path over her flesh. “You seem like a dream. A beautiful, f**king dream that I have no business having.”

Underlying his words, there was a hint of anger that puzzled her. But then she felt the stir of his breath on the curls that shielded her sex and she forgot about the anger. His hands caught her thighs as he shifted his body. He pushed her legs farther apart, spreading her even more.

“I never got this far in my dreams.”

A damn shame to her way of thinking. She would have enjoyed the hell out of this particular act. Damn phone call.

“Before I take you tonight, I’ve just got to taste you, right here.” He parted her folds. Pressed his lips against the throbbing center of her need.

Then she felt the warm, wet lap of his tongue. Swirling around her entrance. Oh, damn, but that was great. Great.

His tongue drove deep inside her.

Her hands clamped in his hair, held him close, just where she wanted him.