Midnight Betrayal (Midnight #3)(73)

He slid down her body, his mouth cruising lower and lower. His tongue flicked in her belly button, then traced the contour of her hip, his eyes brightening with feral male interest. He pressed a tender kiss below the bandage on her knee. “This is what I’m going to do.” His mouth was hot against her cool, swollen flesh. His tongue probing, testing, tasting. His fingers splayed on the insides of her thighs, pushing them wide open. With the slow, torturous onslaught of his lips and tongue, what else could she do but lose it? Pleasure coiled deep in her center and radiated through her pelvis. She rocked her hips toward him.

He lifted his head. “Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do. So next time I call you and tell you I’ll pick you up for lunch, I want you to be thinking of what I really want. And if you should be taking off those panties.” He got to his feet.

She blinked at him.

He grinned. “Did you want something else?”

“Oh my God. Don’t you dare stop.”

“You’re hot when you’re bossy.” He reached into the grocery bag still on the counter and withdrew a whole box of condoms. “But you have to keep the glasses on.”

She reached forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his jeans and pulling him back to her. Her fingers worked the zipper, and she freed him. His erection pulsed in her hand. A groan slid out of his lips. His head fell back as she closed her hand around him. Then he had the condom open and was pushing her hands aside to sheath himself. His T-shirt fell in the way. He tugged it over his head and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Now who’s in a rush,” she said.

He shoved his jeans down a few inches. “This is how I want you, all naked skin. Eager. Hot.” His eyes flicked to hers again. “Wet.”

He cupped her buttocks with both hands and slid inside her. Pleasure pierced her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

He stopped moving. “Does this work for you, or do we need to go out into the elevator?”

“Will. You. Please. Stop. Talking.” She panted. Almost there.

“Yes, ma’am.” He took her hard and fast, rocketing her to a climax. His body shuddered to a halt as she pulsed around him.

He brushed a quick kiss across her temple. “You’re going to be thinking about that all day at work.”

Work! She glanced at the clock. “I’m going to be late for work.”

She ran for the bedroom, robe flapping around her bare legs. She showered in record time, then, because he’d tortured her into being his sex slave when she should have been getting ready, she put on her ultra conservative gray suit and pumps. Payback.

He was tugging his shirt on when she returned to the kitchen. His eyes brightened as he looked her up and down. “Tell me you’re not wearing panties.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She gave him a sensual look she didn’t know she possessed. “You’re going to be thinking about that all day while I’m at work.”

“That’s mean.”

“I know.” She smiled.

He followed her to the hall. “How about Kirra and I walk you to work?”

“That would be nice.” She slid her purse strap over her shoulder.

“We can talk about the merits of fresh air on hot skin.” Bending down, he snapped the leash onto the dog’s collar.

“Are you working tonight?”

“I’m supposed to.” He leaned close to her ear. “We can sext.”

She laughed. “You may as well stay here, since your apartment is trashed. I’ll let the hotel staff know. You might want to leave your cell number in case there’s a problem with Kirra and they can’t get in touch with me.” She dropped her spare key into his open palm.

“OK. Thanks. Gerome seems protective.”

“He’s been very helpful with the dog.” Louisa gathered her keys and purse from the hall table. Turning toward the door, she stopped.

Conor was staring at the key in his hand, an unusual furrow above the bridge of his nose.

“What’s wrong?”

His mouth opened and closed. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the key. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

“Don’t.” Her muscles, loose from sex and laughter, contracted, bracing for bad news.

“Don’t what?” He smoothed the tension from between his brows, but his eyes held on to their reservations.

“Don’t pretend.” She pulled her purse to her body and clutched it against her chest, but it wasn’t enough to shield herself from the doubt in Conor’s eyes. “No holding back, remember? You made me promise to talk to you when something is upsetting me. Don’t you think I deserve the same consideration?”



Conor gripped the key, its small, insignificant weight heavy with implication. She’d given him the key to her apartment. He opened his fingers and stared at it. How could something so small come with such huge responsibility? Her decision was likely more practical than emotional, but the symbolism glared at him. He’d never gotten this far with Barbara. In one week, he and Louisa had already surpassed anything he’d experienced over an entire summer with Barbara. He’d started out determined to take this relationship slowly. What the hell happened?

His feelings for Louisa felt like hitting standing water on the expressway. The tires of his Porsche had lost traction. He was going too fast, just on the border of losing control, and he was pretty sure he couldn’t stop even if he was driving straight into the river.