Page 50 of Midnight Kiss

“Alex? Did I do something wrong?”

“Why would you think that?” I grunted.

“Because you’re just lying there,” she said, coloring. “Earlier, you were, well—you were all over me. Literally.”

“I find you exceedingly difficult to resist,” I said.

“You seem to be handling it just fine now.” And then her hand snaked across my chest, fingers inching toward the buttons on my shirt.

I caught her wrist and held it, my finger and thumb looped around it easily. “You have no idea what you’re doing, Emily. I am not like the men you’ve been with before.”

“I don’t care,” she said. “I still want you.”

The words were too much.

I pinned her hand above her head and rolled on top of her, bracing myself on my forearms, my forehead pressing against hers, and my breaths coming in hisses.

Control yourself.

My fangs itched to lengthen, but I kept them at bay by sheer force of will. And then I claimed her mouth.

17

EMILY

Kissing him was surreal.

My lips burned and ached, and my body responded immediately, flooding with arousal, pulse racing, the rush of blood in my ears.

I moaned against his mouth, grabbing his cotton shirt and fisting it, trying to tear at it with my free hand. He still had one of them pinned above my head. It was a useless endeavor, because Alex was one hundred percent in control.

He had me pinned, and he kissed me at his own pace, desperately at first, and then slowly, building my arousal in a crescendo that had to end somewhere.

My eyelids fluttered, and I felt numb and tingly. Sharp, white hot pleasure shot through my body, and with a shock, I sailed toward the edge of my climax, even though he’d done nothing but focus his attention on my mouth.

I clenched and tugged on him, whining as I crashed over the edge and moaning his name.

He caught each word with his lips and kissed it away. “You’re going to be my end,” he said. “You’re going to be the only end I’m willing to accept.”

And then Alexander’s hands moved from me to his shirt. He sat back and ripped it off, buttons pinging in every direction, exposing lean muscle, a smattering of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

He was obviously aroused.

“I—”

“Hush.” He took hold of my silk negligee and ripped it apart like it was nothing, exposing my body to him.

Alex groaned and dropped forward over me, staring down at my nakedness, at my breasts. His gaze consumed me, and he kissed me gently, grazing me with his teeth as he worked his way down my body toward my sex.

I plastered my hand over my mouth as he dragged his tongue over me, toying with the most sensitive parts of my body, bringing me to my peak yet again.

“I can’t hold on any longer. I’m going to—” And then I sailed over my edge yet again and came crashing down on the other side, my body tight and needy even as he wrung the pleasure and satisfaction from me.

“Yes,” he growled, and his voice sounded deeper.

I glanced down at him and nearly lost it. His hazel eyes blazed gold in the half-light in my room, his dark hair tousled, as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly out of frustration. Out of desire for me. His lips were wet, and he licked them.

“Delicious,” he said. “I wish I could taste you, Emily.”