Midnight Sins (Midnight 2)

With a last lick, he lifted his head. She wore only black panties now. A small scrap really. Barely covered her mound. His fingers wrapped around her hips, and his eyes zeroed in on that tempting flesh.

She’d gotten to command his body. Turnabout was only fair.

“Spread your legs.” A guttural demand.

Cara smiled, pure enticement, and spread those long, slender legs.

He eased down between her thighs, lowering his head right over the dark silk. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her cream. The rich promise of hot sex.

The promise of her.

His lips pressed against the silk. A stark kiss. She arched beneath him, sliding more fully against his mouth.

Just where he wanted her.

He could feel the soft nub of her clitoris pressing through the underwear. He rubbed his tongue over the sensitive spot, loving the way she sighed his name with each soft touch.

But it wasn’t enough.

The fingers of his right hand caught the silk. Tugged and the fabric tore free. Then her sex was bare. Open. Ready for his kiss.

He put his lips against her first. Explored her creamy flesh. Moved as slowly as he wanted so that he could learn every inch of her.

Learn what she liked. What made her moan and twist and shake.

Then he used his tongue, sliding it into the folds of her tight core, taking the rich cream and giving pleasure. He lapped at her.

Tasted. Drove his tongue deep. Again and again and—

Todd felt her climax against him with a shudder.

He drank up her release, driving his tongue deeper into her body, hearing her cries and loving the feel of her nails as they dug into his shoulders.

When the shivers faded, his head lifted, just a few inches. Todd licked his lips as his fingers slipped over her mound and stroked the center of her need. Oh, damn, but she was wet and more than ready for him now. The flesh swollen, warm and waiting to be f**ked.

Todd drove two fingers deep into her straining sex.

He felt the sudden tightness of her body beneath his with a rush of satisfaction. His succubus wanted to come again for him. Her sex clenched around his fingers, a telling sign that he wouldn’t ignore.

Todd pulled away from her, only to reposition his body, lodging the head of his c**k against her moist opening. The feel of her sex against his, the creamy warmth, the silken skin, had him gritting his teeth as he thrust forward.

Her hand rose. Covered his heart. For an instant, he stilled.

Then her gaze met his. Black eyes. Dark and deep.

Her lips curved.

He caught her hand with his. Pressed it harder against his chest. Felt the air around him seem to shimmer, to pulse.

He drove into her, burying balls-deep in one hard move.

Then he was moving. Thrusting. Withdrawing. Thrusting. Cara wrapped her legs around him. Arched into his driving hips.

Her face took on a faint glow. A light from within. A faint stir of gentle wind blew against his face, then all over him, and her hand stayed steady and warm against his chest.

His thrusts became harder. Deeper. “I want to feel you come,” he gritted. He wanted to feel her release, to see it on her face.

“Then you will,” she whispered, and gasped, tipping back her head and squeezing her legs even tighter around him.

The feelings hit him then. The ripples of pleasure that weren’t his own. The shattering euphoria that danced along his skin.

Hers.

He didn’t understand how, but he was feeling her release. Riding the wave of her pleasure, just as he plunged into her body.

“Ah…Todd! Kiss me!”

His lips caught hers. His tongue drove into her mouth.

And his hips pistoned against her.

His climax hit him, rolling over him in a furious burst of power.

When she stiffened and moaned into his mouth, he knew she felt the surge of release, too.

An exchange. Not just taking. Giving.

From both.

He held her tighter. Kept thrusting, trying to wring every drop of sensual satisfaction from their bodies. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles trembling. But he didn’t want to stop.

Not ever.

So when the climax ended, he just kept thrusting. His c**k swelled within her. Her legs gripped him tight, and she stared straight up at him with her midnight eyes.

Magic was around him. Pressing in the air. Dancing on his skin. The glow of power lit her body.

And his.

It gave him strength, a stamina he’d never had. Not so quickly. Never as fast—

So the thrusts continued. The strange link that he had with her intensified. He knew what she wanted. Knew exactly where to touch and kiss, without her having to say a word. Their breaths panted out, their hearts thundered in a mad, matching rhythm, and the furious race to climax had them locked tight.

So tight that he could almost touch her soul.

When they came again, they came together. Mouths, bodies.

Spirits.

A demon and a man.

No, a woman and a man.

A perfect match.

He held her, arms too tight, and knew that he’d go to hell for her in a heartbeat.

A sobering thought for a man who’d already fought the devil once in his life—and had the scar to prove it.

“I know you didn’t kill House.” He spoke in the darkness, when the heat of the passion had cooled, but the magic still fired their blood. “Or any of the others.”

They were in his bed. Naked. His body curled over hers, his right hand on her breast. His left arm rested beneath her head.

She turned to look at him. “Do you mean that?”

“Yeah.” He’d touched her in ways most men wouldn’t understand. Not physical. Her heart. Soul. He’d felt her, down to the core of her spirit. Cara wasn’t evil. “You’re not a killer.” He’d said the same words at the station, but he needed to say them again, now, with her in his arms and her scent on his skin.

She swallowed. “I told you from the beginning that I didn’t kill Michael.” There was an ache in her voice when she said the other man’s name.

Cara had cared House, maybe even loved him. Todd ached for the pain she felt, even as an insidious curl of jealousy rose within him.

But House was gone now, poor bastard. A death he hadn’t deserved.

He’d find the guy’s killer—because it was his job and because he liked to give victims their peace.

His fingers eased over Cara’s flesh. “I can be a hard man, Cara. My job’s important to me. Doing what’s right. Protecting those who can’t protect themselves. I take it all seriously.” For years, the badge had been all he had. He wanted her to understand him.

The darkness inside, a darkness he knew she’d felt.