Page 72 of Midnight Enemy

She moves her hips against mine, obviously feeling my erection. “So I see.”

I roll my eyes. “I have a beautiful, soft woman lying on top of me, who’s almost certainly going commando. What did you expect?”

She rocks her hips this time, stroking up my length. My lips slowly curve up.

“You’re a big man,” she comments.

“Six foot two.”

“I wasn’t talking about your height.”

“Really?”

“I was talking about your feet.”

I chuckle and lift a hand to run a strand of her hair between my fingers.

“And your hands,” she says, turning her head to kiss my palm. She takes my hand in hers and studies my fingers, my wide palm, the broad back, looking thoughtful.

“Penny for them?” I ask.

“I was thinking that your skin has warm, reddish-brown tones. Mine has cool brown tones. They’ll look good together. When we’re naked, I mean.”

My eyebrows lift as heat shoots through me.

“Sorry,” she says, “was that too presumptuous?”

I just laugh, hold her tightly, and twist on the sofa so she’s beneath me. The skirt of her dress is now wrapped around us both, binding us together.

I kiss her, and she opens her mouth to accept my tongue, wrapping her arms around me. She strokes down my back, her fingers feeling my muscles through the cotton. I let my lips move across hers, content to kiss her while she explores.

“Can I undo your buttons?” she whispers when I eventually lift my head.

Amused that she felt she had to ask, I say, “Of course.” I kiss her nose, her cheeks, her eyebrows, and back to her mouth, while she pushes the buttons through the holes until they’re all undone. She moves the two sides of my shirt apart and rests her hands on my skin. “Mmm,” she murmurs, exhaling against my lips. “You’re hot.”

“Sorry, I forgot to put the aircon on.” I know my skin must be slightly damp.

“It wasn’t a complaint.” She strokes down over my pecs to my abs, then traces her fingers around to my ribs. I shiver, and her eyes light up.

Turned on now, I delve my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, stroking up my back, then down my spine. My trousers are still done up, but she sneaks her fingers beneath the waistband, reaching down to feel the top of my butt.

“Maybe we should take our clothes off,” she says breathlessly as I kiss down her neck.

I lift my head and give her an amused look. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

“No…”

“Then why rush?”

In between a series of light butterfly kisses, she says, “You’re very bossy.”

“You think?” I kiss up her jawline to her ear.

“Are you a Dom?”

That makes me laugh. I push up and give her an amused look. “Where did you hear that term?”

She gives me a sarcastic look. “I’m not completely naive. I’ve read romance novels.”

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