Midnight Special Coming on Strong - By Tawny Weber Page 0,41
gonna be incredible.”
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HUNTER WASN’T A MAN afraid to make promises. He knew how to make things happen. But this was the first time he’d ever promised a woman incredible.
It was the first time he’d ever promised a woman anything.
He didn’t know whether to be horrified or excited.
He settled for completely turned-on.
Wanting, needing to taste more, he sucked her lower lip between his teeth. Marni moaned.
“You like that?” he asked, his words a husky whisper as he shifted backward just a little, so he could see her face.
“I do,” she breathed, her head falling back. Her hair fell like a soft curtain over his hands. Her eyes were closed, a rosy flush making her skin glow.
He gripped her hair in one hand, tugging gently to shift her head to one side, then took advantage of the move by skimming his lips down her now exposed throat. He nibbled the delicate flesh, reveling in her breathy moan. He reached the juncture of her collarbone, burying his face there for one second and breathing deep her enticing scent.
When he reached her blouse, his patience snapped. Through with the gentlemanly pretense—hell, all of the pretenses—he gave in to his own wants and ripped the fabric aside.
Her gasp, and the pinging of buttons, bounced off the walls. She pressed her hips tighter against his throbbing erection, which was all the proof he needed that she didn’t have an issue with the damage.
He made quick work of the rest of her blouse, sending her bra flying along with the ruined clothing. Then he leaned back to take in the gorgeous bounty he’d been dreaming of.
Incredible.
Her skin was so pale, her nipples a rich raspberry. Tight and puckered. He couldn’t resist tracing his forefinger over one generous areola. Her breasts were lush, perfectly round and so inviting. His mouth watered to taste her.
Marni’s eyes were slumberously sensual as she watched his surveillance. She arched one brow, as if asking what was taking him so long.
Good question.
Hunter cupped both breasts in his hands, weighing their bounty, lifting the delicious tips for his mouth. His tongue swirled around one, then the other. He sipped, delicate and sweet. Her fingers dug into the small of his back, her breath coming faster and faster.
His dick throbbed, tension spinning tighter and tighter through his body. Giving in to the desperation, he sucked hard on one nipple while his fingers plucked at the other. She cried out, then almost made him explode by wrapping one leg around his thigh and pressing herself tight against his dick.
Hunter dropped to his knees, yanking the zipper of her skirt down as he went. He shoved the fabric down over her hips, then took another second to appreciate the glorious view.
Clad only in a tiny pair of zebra-striped panties at odds with the vintage look she’d been sporting all week, she looked like a modern goddess, offering a glimpse of heaven to the mortal at her feet.
A heaven he was all too ready to enjoy.
His eyes hot, his body desperate, he snapped that black-and-white fabric with a quick twist, leaving her totally nude.
Marni flinched, as if she were going to modestly cover herself. Then, at the look in his eyes, she gave a shuddering sigh and stepped a little wider, as if inviting him to go ahead and look.
He did more than look.
He leaned in close, hitching one of her thighs over his shoulder. He waited just long enough for her to settle her shoulders against the wall for balance, then he dove in.
He ran his tongue over her clitoris.
She cried out, then grabbed on to his head as though she was afraid of losing her balance.
He sipped. He nipped. His fingers reveled in the delicate dance in and out of her hot, wet canal.
Her breath came faster and faster. When he sucked the throbbing pink flesh between his teeth, she cried out. Her body spasmed, contracting around his fingers as she came.
“Bed?” she gasped.
“I don’t think so,” he responded, quickly getting to his feet. “Every time we land in that bed, this ends.”
Her laughter filled the room even as she made quick work of his shirt, seemingly caught in the maelstrom of his desperate hunger.
Hunter wasn’t kidding, though.
Hell, he was barely thinking.
He shrugged off his shirt while her fingers reached for the zipper of his jeans. His brain was barely engaged, all of the blood in his body throbbing along with his erection. He had just enough foresight to kick off his shoes so