Page 40 of Midnight Secrets

She was so incredibly beautiful in the light of day. All that smooth pale skin, the large breasts on her narrow rib cage. The real deal. He’d felt every inch of them last night.

Trying to be smooth and failing at it, Joe pulled down the sweatpants, taking an incredibly lacy pair of panties down with it. She was barefoot, so all she had to do was step out of the sweats and voilà.

Gorgeous, naked woman.

Now him.

He was easy. All he had on was the sweats. Joe lifted his ass, pulled the sweats down and he was naked too.

He cleared the table with his forearm and settled Isabel on the edge, stepping between her legs.

He kissed her neck and murmured, “Eating your waffles got me hot.”

She laughed and her breasts shivered across his chest. He smoothed his hand up her long, slim thigh to her sex and touched her. She shivered. “Did watching me eat your waffles make you hot?” he asked.

Isabel’s back arched and her head fell to one side. Her neck was an erogenous zone. Joe had figured that out last night.Gotcha.He nuzzled against her neck, waves of soft hair caressing his skin. God.

“Find out,” she whispered.

He was so taken with the taste of her skin, with the feel of her hair against his face it took him a minute to understand what she meant.

Find out if I’m turned on, was what she meant.

Oh yeah.

He licked the skin behind her ear while stroking her and… yes. Watching him eat her waffles got her very hot. She was like a little furnace there, hot and juicy. He stroked her gently, slowly, pulling back to watch her face in the early morning sunlight. She glowed, like a pearl.

Joe read her face like it was a book, a book he really needed to learn, like a survivor’s manual. As he touched her, entered her with his finger, he studied her expression to see what she liked.

Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, absurdly thick eyelashes fluttering. When her face tightened he knew he was getting it right. She liked to be touched here. And here. Andhere.

Isabel gasped.

And there, too.

“Joe,” she whispered.

“Right here,” he whispered back.

So slick and hot, he entered her like a dream, lifting his lips from her neck to kiss her mouth, another source of warmth he could enter. Everything about her was purest magic, the feel of her smooth slim back against his hands, her soft thighs clutching his.

He moved forward, into her, kissing her deeply, his tongue imitating what he was doing to her lower body, soft and gentle.

They were making noises in the quiet of the kitchen, their bodies kissing everywhere. For a second Joe tore his mouth away from hers and looked down at where they were joined, watched himself as he pulled out then slid back into her. She looked down too. His skin was darker, rougher. Watching their bodies writhe together was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.

They both looked up, eyes meeting, faces sober. It felt like an incredibly solemn moment, as if the very air was hesitant, expectant.

This was serious stuff. Joe felt like it was not only his dick in her, but his heart, too, beating right next to hers.

She smiled, lifted a hand to his jaw, leaned forward to kiss him with a tenderness he’d never received from anyone. His chest hurt and the only thing that could help was kissing her again, moving more deeply in her, faster, until he erupted inside her and felt her clinging to him with her arms and her mouth and her legs and her sex. Clenching hard around him as he emptied himself inside her and held her tightly afterward, almost afraid to let her go.

She was his.

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There werethree men making her place as secure as Fort Knox, just as Joe had said. It was amazing watching them work together. Clearly they’d worked together before. Well…yeah. They’d gone on missions where they put their lives at risk together, which is probably where they learned to work as a unit.

Exactly like a well-run kitchen with dedicated staff, only going to war instead of preparing food.

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