Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)(45)

His mind and body latched onto the image of sliding into her, no barriers. His dick grew impossibly harder, straining against the zipper, fighting its way to get to the Promised Land.

That land just got even sexier.

He swallowed thickly, nodding. “I’m safe. I haven’t been with anyone in a year.”

Her eyes went wide. “You haven’t?”

“That surprises you?”

As she worked open the buttons on his shirt, she said, “You’re so handsome, I can’t imagine you would be alone.”

“I’m not a player, Annalise,” he said roughly, as her long fingers undressed him.

“No, you’re not a player. You’ve never been one. You always had your eyes on the woman you were with, and only her.” She said it generally, as if the statement applied to his approach to relationships, and it did. But God, if she only knew it fit her precisely.

“Look at you,” she murmured as she opened his shirt. Dipping her face to his chest, she planted kisses on his pecs, biting a nipple. He hissed in a breath. “You are so strong,” she said, dragging her fingernails across his muscles as she pushed off his shirt.

“You’re going to ruin me with all your compliments.”

“Your body,” she continued, as her eyes roamed over his chest and arms. “I love it. I love looking at you. I love touching you.”

And he loved being touched by her. More than anything in the world. Especially when her hands went there, to his belt, unbuckling it then unzipping his jeans. He helped push them down then off his feet, along with his shoes.

He glanced at her, then back at himself. “Feels like we’ve been here before. I’m kind of thinking we want to get to the next level of naked.”

She laughed. “You mean the completely naked level?”

“Yes, that one,” he said, and led her to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, and looped his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands shot out and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples as she arched into him. He raised his face and stared up at her, still in awe that she wasn’t a mirage.

“You’re here,” he said in disbelief.

“I’m here,” she echoed.

Naked before him, totally revealed, and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, to catalogue each feature, from the tiny little appendix scar on her belly, to the small spray of freckles on her chest, to the strength in her legs.

“Michael, this isn’t fair. Please take your clothes off.”

He stood and shoved down his boxers. Her eyes blazed darkly as she stared at his cock, licking her lips. Fuck. He wanted to live in this moment, to return to it again and again—her unabashed lust. Her deep desire. Her stare made him hotter, made him burn. He reached down and stroked his cock, letting her watch and loving her reaction.

“Are you thinking of me?” she said naughtily. “When you do that?”

“Now. And always.”

She trembled and then joined him, wrapping her hand over his, stroking along with him. “I think of you so much now. I’m so worked up being near you. So wound up. You drive me crazy with want.”

He gripped her shoulders, guided her to the bed, and regarded her naked frame.

“Fuck.” He groaned as she lay back on the sheets, resting on her elbows. “So beautiful. All I want is to make you feel so f*cking good.”

“You already do,” she said, then raised her knees and let them fall open.

He was helpless to resist. He bent down and buried his face between her thighs once more, kissing and licking her sweetness, rubbing his stubble all over her slick, wet heat. She moaned and rocked her hips into him, faster, harder, then just wilder. Her hips shot up as he thrust his fingers inside her and sucked her sweet clit between his lips until she came, flooding his tongue, her pleasure all over his face.

Seconds later he crawled up her, wedged himself between her legs, and dragged the head of his cock through her heat.

She gasped, her head falling back against the pillow, her lips parted.

“So greedy,” he said as he toyed with her, loving the feel of her wet * against his hard dick. This was what he’d craved for so long. The chance to be with her. The thrill of f*cking the woman he’d never stopped loving.

“Please don’t tease me. I need you. I need you now,” she said, so desperate, so sexy, so beautiful.

“Je te veux tellement,” he said, repeating the phrase she’d shared on the plane.

She trembled, whispering desperately, “Say it again.”

“Je te veux tellement,” he said roughly.

“You’re even sexier when you speak my language.”

“I’m only speaking the truth. I want you so much. So f*cking much.”

“Have me. Take me.”

He eased inside her in one hot, tight thrust.

Then the earth stopped spinning. The stars melted away from the sky. Gravity had no hold on him because he was falling, falling, falling into her.

After all these years. After all this time. It was exquisite and so unbelievably f*cking good. She gasped, her breath spilling out as she made the first move, her hips rising up, her legs wrapping around him.

“Closer. Come closer,” she whispered, and he lowered himself, their chests nearly touching as he braced on his elbows, flexing forward in slow, steady thrusts, taking his time, savoring the feel of her bare, sweet *.