Crave The Night (Midnight Breed 12)

No words, no gentle touches. He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. Spun her around in front of him, then put one strong hand around the back of her neck and pressed her facedown onto the desk.

It was a primal move, his fingers like heated iron against her nape. With a low growl, he put his bare thigh between her legs, nudged them wider apart.

Jordana couldn’t move, even if she wanted to.

She’d pushed him to the brink, but now he was back in control. And she could hardly breathe for how totally that turned her on.

Nathan held her down with one hand, while his other lifted the skirt of her dress up over her backside. She knew the precise moment when he saw her skimpy black thong. He stilled, sucked in a short gust of air.

“So pretty,” he rasped thickly. His fingers skimmed up the inside of her legs, to where her soaked crotch throbbed.

He brushed her sensitive flesh, then she felt the thin excuse for underwear pull tight in his grasp. It snapped and fell away.

“Mm,” Nathan grunted. “That’s even better.”

She trembled, every nerve ending lit up with anticipation. Outside her office window, shadows passed by the closed blinds as people strolled through the museum, conversations muffled, but not entirely muted, by the walls and glass.

Nathan’s hand slid between her drenched folds. He penetrated her slowly, his fingers caressing the inside of her walls and wringing a strangled cry from the back of her throat. She wanted more. Needed more. Had to have all of him now.

“Should I make you scream when you come for me, Jordana?” Nathan’s voice was a low murmur behind her, his breath fanning hotly across her naked spine as he leaned over her prone body.

His mouth came down between her shoulder blades. She shivered, then panted softly as his open lips and tongue followed the shallow valley of her spine.

“Yeah, maybe I should make you scream for me,” he uttered against her skin. “I want every male in this building to know that you belong to me. Only me.”

She moaned, ready to give him anything he demanded if only to ease the fierce ache roiling within her. He stroked her until she was squirming helplessly, her lip caught tightly in her teeth to bite back the sounds of her pleasure and her need.

Each wicked thrust of his fingers made her arch to receive more, her body totally exposed to him, her sex inflamed, juices trickling along her cleft.

“So greedy,” he admonished, dark amusement in his voice.

“Nathan,” she gasped as he teased her swollen petals, making her legs quake beneath her. “Please …”

“Stay there,” he commanded. “Stay just like that.”

He moved off her, leaving chill air in his wake. But then she felt his bulky shoulders between her parted thighs. Felt his breath rush against her wet core in the instant before he buried his face in her sex. Heat blasted her as he licked a slow, fiery trail from her clit to her ass.

“Oh, God.” Jordana’s voice was threadbare, choked with pleasure as he cleaved her slit with his tongue. She had no voice at all when he returned to the pulsing little nub and suckled it ruthlessly, the quivering seam of her body pressed tight to his face with nowhere to escape.

Not that she wanted to. There wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. The world could go on without her on the other side of her office walls. Everything could float away and she’d be happy, so long as Nathan didn’t stop touching her, tasting her, making her mad with pleasure.

She started to come, orgasm roaring up on her in a powerful wave of sensation.

“Not yet,” Nathan ordered her, nipping her just enough to bring her back to earth.

He kissed her shamelessly, relentlessly, until her bones felt liquefied and her blood seemed made of lava. Only then did he release her, rising to his feet behind her. The head of his cock was a blunt, demanding presence in the slickness at her core.

“You’re mine,” Nathan growled savagely. “I can’t stay away from you. Fuck, Jordana … I will never have enough of you.”

And with that, he thrust deep, impaling her to the hilt.

Nathan couldn’t slow down and sure as hell couldn’t stop. He couldn’t curb the ferocious need that wracked him as he pumped hard and deep into Jordana’s slick, tight sheath.

He couldn’t hold back the primal drum of his pulse, his blood running hot and molten through his veins.

She was his.

No one could tell him otherwise. No plea or command or lethal threat would change how he felt about her.