Midnight Special Coming on Strong - By Tawny Weber Page 0,44

last one declared the murderer to be Peter Principle, and invited everyone to the final party that evening to celebrate the sleuthing successes.

Which was yet another reminder that the train was due in San Francisco in the morning.

A feeling of panic tried to take hold in Marni’s stomach. This was almost over. She needed to get her fill of Hunter. To convince her body that it’d had enough to last the rest of her life.

“That was good,” he murmured against the back of her neck. One hand released its gentle hold of her breast to slide down to her waist, but the other stayed, all cozy and tempting, in the warm, damp heat between her thighs. His fingers didn’t move. Just set up camp, like an ongoing reminder that he could send her spiraling into a lovely orgasm anytime he wanted. “I think that was good enough to qualify for our top-ten list.”

“Which position are you bumping to put it there?” she asked with a husky laugh.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he teased, his warm laughter making her hair flutter across her ear. “I’m pretty sure they’re all tied for first place.”

“Nice answer,” she said with a sleepy giggle.

And not one she’d argue with.

Every time they’d made love was a vivid memory. Every kiss, every touch stood out in her mind in bright, intense detail. It was a little scary how incredible they were together.

They’d had each other every way she could imagine, every way he’d suggested. At this point, they’d need to hit Google for position inspiration.

“You know, I think we need a tiebreaker.” She reached behind her, her fingers trailing between their bodies to cup his growing erection. The man had the most amazing recovery powers. “What do you think it’ll take to top all the other times? You on top? Me on top? Chocolate, whipped cream, scarves? What do you think?”

Hunter’s laugh was just this side of wicked.

Seductive.

Marni melted at the sound. She should laugh, too. Make as if it was all in fun.

But he made her feel things inside, the most incredible things. She could handle the physical ones. The emotional ones, though? They were starting to scare the hell out of her.

“Why don’t we give this a try,” he suggested, his lips skimming her shoulder before he shifted downward. Marni shivered, reluctantly releasing her hold on his hardening cock. She loved stroking his length, enjoying the power of his reaction to her tactile teasing. Still, she reveled in the feel of its rigid velvet slide as it pressed lower, over her butt cheeks and to her thigh as he kissed his way down her spine.

Marni moaned softly when he reached that delicate spot at the small of her back and nibbled soft, wet kisses over her sensitive flesh. She wrapped her arms around her pillow, curving her body into the mattress and rolling flat on her belly to give Hunter better access to play.

He seemed to have some special sense of when her thoughts were going too deep, of when she was freaking herself out.

Marni knew that part should freak her out, too.

But whenever she got her hand on the handle of that freak-out door, he pulled her back, distracted her with incredible sex.

Her eyes fluttered, the lights of the passing night flashing through the train window as his hands squeezed her breasts, his tongue skimming the curve of her back where it met her butt before continuing downward.

His hands scooped under her body, lifting her hips into the air as he wedged himself between her thighs so they parted wide. Heat, a combination of embarrassed delight and passion, washed over her cheeks—all four of them. He pressed one finger, then two, into her burning, wet passage. Marni whimpered. His tongue slid along her folds, sipping and flicking. She moaned.

He played her as if she was an instrument and he a master musician. Fingers and mouth worked in concert, building the tension in her body to a crescendo pitch. Marni’s back arched. Passion tightened, curling like a taut spring between her legs.

All it took was one extra pluck of his finger, his teeth scraping over her aching bud. The climax swept through her body. Marni buried her face, her cries muffled by the soft pillow. Her body shook with the power of her orgasm, tiny tremors going on and on.

She felt Hunter move and tried to catch her breath, to prepare for the next round. Hands grasping her hips so she couldn’t move, though. Then he