Midnight Kiss (Men of Midnight #7) - Lisa Marie Rice Page 0,55

were shaking. So were hers.

“Oh, man.” Luke stood by the side of the bed and looked down at her, like you’d look at a present someone had given you. “Bless you, Summer. A whole box.”

Hope wanted to smile but somehow she’d lost control of her muscles. Heat was rippling under her skin, glowing, melting her. It was a miracle she could breathe.

Luke bent forward, backlit and burnished gold, like some ancient god. He reached out and a shiver went through her. He unbuttoned her jeans, the back of his fingers whispering across her belly. Even greater heat was concentrating there. He knelt on the bed, making her roll gently toward him. He unzipped her jeans and his hands tugged gently, sliding them down her legs and then sliding his hands back up to her hips. Summer’s underwear was sexier than what Hope usually wore, which was white cotton athletic underwear. This was lingerie — a scrap of mint green stretchy lace with matching bra.

Luke hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. Slowly, slowly. Hope couldn’t see anything but Luke’s eyes, blazing with heat. He pulled those pretty panties off her feet and threw them to the floor.

“Open your legs,” he whispered.

“Okay.” Her voice came out on a soft breath. They were back to whispering.

It was so quiet in the room she could hear the rustle of her heels moving across the bedspread. Naked below her waist she was completely open to him.

Luke blew out a powerful breath. “I can either take off your sweater and bra or undress myself. I can’t do both. Sorry. This should be long and drawn out but that train left the station a while ago. Can you do the rest yourself?”

Could she? Hope moved her fingers. They were working. “Yeah.”

Lifting herself up slightly, she pulled the sweater off and threw it somewhere, hoping Summer wouldn’t mind the way her clothes were being treated.

Luke had already pulled off his tee, unbuttoned his jeans and was shucking them. “Bra,” he reminded her, as if she’d somehow forgotten.

She hadn’t forgotten. Her fingers felt numb. The bra had a front clasp which was fortunate, because she didn’t know if she’d have the coordination to reach around behind her back. It came off at the exact moment Luke pulled down his briefs and … oh.

He was huge, so hard his penis was almost flat against his stomach. Deep red and shiny at the top. Completely and totally unlike any penis she’d ever seen in real life.

Everything about him was just so fine, like a Greek god, only blond. And aroused. Long, hard muscles, broad shoulders, not an ounce of fat, just pure male. Both of them were naked. Luke had one big warm hand on her ankle. She was spread-eagled on the bed, completely open to him. It didn’t even occur to her to be embarrassed though he was probably seeing more of her than any of her fumbling lovers ever had. And he clearly liked what he was seeing because when she moved her legs even further apart, his penis, impossibly, rose a little.

And her vagina clenched. And was getting wet. All of this was her body reacting without any input from her mind at all. She didn’t have to psych herself into arousal like she usually did. Her body was enthusiastically arousing itself. Just looking at Luke did the trick.

And then he mounted her and it was almost overstimulation. The feel of him against the whole front of her body was amazing. Like warm steel, with that warm steel rod at the front. He bent his head and licked her neck and ohmygod yes. The neck was an erogenous zone. She’d read about it but had never experienced it. He licked behind her ear, nipped her skin slightly and she jolted, the electric thrill almost too much to bear.

Somehow he’d found the time to put that condom on and was positioned right there, at her opening. Strong hairy thighs opened her legs up even more as he kissed her ear. It sent shivers over her entire body.

“Okay?”

What was he asking? Whatever it was, she was fine with it. More than fine. In fact, whatever he wanted should be happening right now.

But she couldn’t answer because he was kissing her. There were other ways to answer, though, in another language. She lifted her hips and clutched his buttocks and that was a language he understood. He made a sound deep in his