Hotter After Midnight (Midnight 1)

He jerked her panties off, ripping the delicate silk. Then those fingers were on her sex, opening her, sliding between her wet folds and thrumming her clit.

Her head thrashed against the pillows. Her orgasm was building, her sex tightening, tightening—

Colin drove two fingers into her.

She came, shuddering, gasping his name.

“Ah, yes, Emily. Damn, you’re so f**king sexy.”

She was dazed, the drumming beat of her heart filling her ears. She’d never come that quickly, not with just a few touches.

“I want to taste you.”

Her body was still trembling, her sex quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers were inside her, stroking, pulling out, thrusting deep in a maddening rhythm that made the need start to burn again.

It took a moment for his words to register, took a moment for her to realize what he—

Colin pulled his fingers out of her, brought them to his lips. Watching her, keeping his bright stare trained on her, he brought his hand to his mouth. And licked her cream from his fingers.

He smiled at her. “I want more.”

So did she. More of him.

But he was still dressed. Still wearing far, far too many clothes. “Colin—”

His head lowered, and she felt his warm breath against her sex.

Every muscle in her body quivered in anticipation. She wanted his mouth on her. Wanted to feel that clever, rough tongue.

His tongue licked her labia. A slow, wet lick that had her arching off the bed, her high heels digging into the mattress.

He growled at her movement, and the rumble of vibration shot straight to her core.

Her thighs tightened around his shoulders. Her fingers were in his hair, urging him closer.

Another slow swipe of his tongue, then he licked her clit. Then again, harder.

“C-Colin…” A second orgasm was close. Her body was fighting, struggling to come again.

His tongue stabbed deep into her sex and his fingers pushed against her clit.

Her hips bucked against him.

The orgasm was coming, oh God, she was—

“Not yet, baby, not yet.” He pulled back, and the hiss of his zipper filled the air. “Not without me this time.”

Something ripped in the darkness. Plastic. Condom wrapper. The shifter had come prepared.

Then his hands were on her again. Opening the folds of her sex, and she felt the broad, hard tip of his c**k against her.

Too late, a shiver of apprehension swept through her.

“Colin, I—”

His hands were on her shoulders. His fingers sliding under the straps of her dress.

“I fantasized about you all through dinner,” he whispered.

And she’d been fantasizing about him since last night.

“I thought about your ni**les.” He pulled on the straps, and the delicate material broke apart. “I wanted to see them.” He pushed down the top of her dress. “Touch them.” His fingers plucked her ni**les, and she arched upward with a gasp. “Taste them.” His head lowered and his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking strongly.

The faint edge of his teeth pressed against her, not pain…oh no, not pain. Pleasure.

No more fear. Only need.

While he tongued one breast, his hands tormented the other. Squeezing, rubbing, driving her mad with a hunger and voracious need that just built and built.

She squirmed against him, trying to impale herself on the thick c**k that was lodged at the mouth of her sex. She wanted him inside. Deep inside. She was so close to climaxing again. So close. She needed him to fill her.

Her fingers curved over his hips, felt the rough touch of his jeans, and she shoved the heavy material down. She gripped his hips, feeling the hot skin against her. And she tightened her hold around him, urging him forward.

Colin lifted his head, his lips glistening with moisture, and laughed, but it was a tight, rough sound. “Impatient, are you?”

Hell, yes, she was impatient. Her body was yearning, needing, and sweet release was just one good thrust away.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. Two could play this game.

Her fingers trailed over his hip bones, skated down his abdomen, and found the dark nest of hair at his thighs.

He inhaled sharply at her touch, and she saw his nostrils flare even as he tensed against her.

Her fingers curled over the base of his erection, stroked slowly, squeezing him, moving from root to the tip that was pushing against her core.

His hands flashed out, grabbed her wrists, and pinned her hands to the bed. A growl sounded in his throat.

His eyes were burning with lust, and she knew she wouldn’t have to wait any longer.

His mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue thrusting past her lips—

And he buried his c**k balls deep in her body.

Emily came immediately, her body pulsing, shaking, squeezing tightly around his thick length as a wave of intense, God-yes pleasure rocked over her. And still he thrust into her—deep, hard thrusts that shook the bed, that shook her.

His fingers were clenched around her wrists, his hips hammering against hers. He was wild, completely out of control as he took her.

And she loved it.

Loved it.

His head lifted, and she caught the gleam of a fang, then his mouth was lowering toward her throat.

Her breath choked out. Her heart slammed against her breast, and her legs locked even tighter around his thrusting hips.

“I love the way you feel when you come,” he whispered, “love the way you squeeze me. Love the tight, hot clasp of your sex.”

His words wrapped around her, fed the orgasm that was still spinning through her.

His c**k was rock hard, so big that she felt deliciously stretched. Long, warm, perfect.

She was riding an endless wave of release. It’d never been like this before, never and—

He bit her. Used those long canines in a bite on her neck that had her crying out in surprise and arching in shocked pleasure.

“Mine.” His head lifted and his eyes glowed with a fierce blue fire. His c**k drove into her, once, twice, then he was shuddering, stiffening, throwing back his head and gritting his teeth with the force of his release.

When it was over, when his hips stilled, when the tingling pleasure finally faded, Colin draped his body over hers. Freed her wrists, then took her hands and twined his fingers with hers.

Colin kissed her. A long, wet, open-mouthed kiss.

I’m not like the other men you’ve known.

Oh, but the man had certainly spoken the truth.

And, after having him, she was very much afraid that no other man would do for her again.

Chapter 9

Emily stood behind the podium, leaning forward slightly to pitch her voice into the microphone. A sea of cameras and bright lights stared back at her.