Midnight Special Coming on Strong - By Tawny Weber Page 0,45
plunged.
Hard.
Powerful.
Marni tried to meet his thrust, to intensify the driving friction.
But he held her captive, his fingers stabbing into the soft flesh of her hips like a vise.
She whimpered.
He slid in, then out.
Slow, wet, deep and hard. He was so big, so incredible.
And totally in control.
Marni’s fingers flexed, as if to reach back. But she didn’t. She kept her hands on the pillow, her body at his mercy. This was a part of the game. To see how long she could last before trying to wrest back some portion of control.
She didn’t make it more than a minute, maybe two, before the next orgasm exploded. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes, like fireworks matching the heat deep in her belly.
Before the scream had cleared her throat, he flipped her over. His hands gripped her thighs again, this time anchoring them high, so her ankles draped over his shoulders.
Through passion-blurred eyes, Marni stared at his face. Tight, controlled. And right there on the edge. She knew the signs now. The taut pull of the flesh around his eyes. The fire in his gaze as he demanded without words that she put it all out there, that she give over everything. Because he’d do the same.
The thought of that, the knowledge that he was willing to put everything he had into this connection between them, that it was so much more, bigger, deeper than just his very talented dick in her very well-pleasured body, flipped her trigger.
Marni arched, gasping.
She couldn’t close her eyes. Couldn’t tear her gaze from his. But she flew over the edge, soaring higher because he smiled, his look pure triumph.
Then, because she knew it drove him crazy, she called on the last vestiges of her own control and gave him a sultry smile and a flutter of her lashes.
His explosive climax sent her flying over one more time, her gasps mingling with his guttural cry.
Oh, yeah. The man was amazing.
* * *
THE TRAIN WAS STILL. They must have arrived in San Francisco, Marni realized when she awoke the next morning.
And she was still wrapped in Hunter’s arms.
With a deep, satisfied sigh, she gave herself a moment to revel in how good it felt. Better than anything she’d ever experienced. Not just the sex, which was mind-blowing. But this, she realized, snuggling closer. Feeling so connected, so safe. So loved.
Her eyes flew open.
Her heart stopped for a quick, panicked second.
What had happened? Or a better question would be, What the hell had she been thinking? Or not thinking, clearly. If her brain had been engaged instead of her body reveling in indulgent pleasure for two days, she’d have seen this coming. She’d have been able to sidestep it.
Maybe.
But it was too late now.
Terror took hold in her belly.
She’d gone and done it. Brilliant, career-focused, got-her-shit-together and nobody-was-going-to-stop-her Marni Clare had absolutely gone and done it.
She watched as the room did a slow, murky spin, even as her mind grappled with the truth.
She’d fallen in love with Hunter.
Holy cow. How could she fall in love with him? She didn’t even know his first name.
She shifted. Slowly, so as not to wake the man who she was suddenly terrified of. As if he were an explosive device that any quick move might set off, she put every bit of her concentration on getting away as fast as she could without waking him up.
And tried to pretend she wasn’t turned on by the feel of his hair-roughed thigh sliding over hers, of the heavy weight of his arm as she carefully lifted it off her waist.
As she slid from the bed, he muttered something in his sleep, then rolled facedown into the pillow.
The urge to climb back between those sheets and cuddle against his warm body was stronger than anything Marni could remember feeling. Stronger than her desire to protect her heart. Stronger than her ambition and career goals.
It was like getting hit upside the head with a giant cartoon frying pan. Marni swore she could see little birdies flying in circles around her head, all singing to the demise of her dreams. Tweeting their goodbye to her career.
Terror buzzed in her ears, gripped her stomach in a tight fist.
She had to get out of here.
Not to protect her heart.
Hell, that was already guaranteed to be shattered. She’d have to deal with it no matter what.
But if she didn’t leave now, didn’t get away from the Novocain-like effect Hunter had on her ambition, she’d give it all up.