Page 37 of Midnight Enemy

Her breathing has changed, her breaths coming faster; I don’t think she’s far from coming. I hold her in place with one hand at the base of her spine and tease a nipple with the other, and she lifts her head, her eyes wide and unfocused.

“Orson,” she whispers, “oh my God…”

“Come for me,” I murmur, lifting my hand to the back of her head to pull her mouth back down to mine.

She mumbles something against my lips and puts both hands on my chest as if she’s about to push herself up, but I deepen the kiss, and instead she moans and circles her hips. Her fingers clutch at my T-shirt, and I return my hand to her nipple.

I take a chance and slide the other hand beneath her dress, up her silky thigh, and onto her bare bottom. Her skin is velvety soft and damp, like rose petals. In response, she parts her legs so she’s astride me, then positions herself so the tip of my erection is pressing against her entrance through my jeans, and moans. Ah, fuck… I lower my other hand to clutch at her bare ass and hold her as I rock, and that does it—she shivers, goes still for a second, then gasps against my mouth as she comes.

Aaahhh… the beauty of a woman’s orgasm, sweet as a whole bowl of strawberries and cream. I bet she tastes like it, too. I wrap an arm around her waist, wishing I was inside her and could feel her clenching around me. But this is pretty good too, her mouth hot on mine, her soft body draped over me. Fuck me, she’s hot.

She collapses on top of me and pries her eyes open, and stares straight into mine.

“Oh,” she whispers.

“Mmm.” My lips curve up, and I kiss her gently. “You’re right. This place does make you feel better.”

She gives a shy smile, moving her hips against mine. Her big brown eyes study my face, and she lifts a hand to stroke my forehead. “How’s your headache?”

“What headache?”

Her smile widens. She brushes a thumb over my mouth, her gaze turning sultry. “You’re incredibly handsome.”

“Thank you,” I say, genuinely flattered. “I feel like I’m making love with a water nymph. With Kahukura herself.”

“Making love?” she teases.

I shrug and slide a strand of her silky hair through my fingers. “Did you know that another name for the New Zealand red admiral butterfly is Kahukura? It makes me think of you.” It symbolizes Scarlett’s fragility and lightness of spirit perfectly.

She kisses me. Then she kisses me again. I sigh, opening my mouth so she can slide her tongue against mine. I’m still hard, and as she moves against me, it’s hard to stifle a groan.

She lifts her head again and studies me for a moment.

“What?” I ask, amused at her hesitancy.

“Do you have a condom?”

I blink. “Yeah… in my wallet.”

She just meets my eyes, breathing fast.

My lips part, but no words come out. Heat rushes through me. “Here?”

She nods and glances around. “There’s nobody around.”

“Scarlett…”

“Please,” she whispers, rocking her hips again.

Christ, what’s a man to do? How can I turn down such a beautiful girl when she’s actually asking me to fuck her?

I wrap both arms around her, lift up, and flip her onto her back, and she laughs, looping her arms around my neck as she says, “That was smooth.”

Then she can’t say anything else because I crush my lips to hers.

On top, I can direct the action more, and I make sure I leave her in no doubt as to how much I want her. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, until her breasts are heaving and she’s moaning against my lips. She tugs up my wet T-shirt and slides her hands onto my skin, and both of us sigh as she strokes all the way up to my shoulders, then drags her nails lightly back down to my hips.

I raise my head and look into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

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