Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)(76)

Sparks zipped across her skin as she climbed over him, straddling his face. With strong arms, and a ravenous look in his eyes, he pulled her onto his mouth, and kissed her wet *.

“Oh God,” she cried out, and in seconds, they found a rhythm. She rocked against his face, and he gripped her hips, his strong fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as he devoured her.

He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t playful. He was a hungry man, and he was eating her. With each lick, a savage pleasure tore through her body, twisting and coiling inside her. She thrust against him, moaning and f*cking his tongue. With her hands braced against the wall, her hips moved in a frenzy, and he devoured her *, sucking, kissing, licking until she was mindless with pleasure and aching to come.

Then a hot flush raced over her skin, and desire curled inside her, shattering in a white-hot, neon burst in her body. His name tumbled from her lips as she cried out.

She barely had time to come down from her high when he shifted her off him, tugged her down the bed, and spread her legs wide. He stroked his rock-hard dick, staring at her legs. “So beautiful. You taste so f*cking good. I want to eat you all the time. I want to have you in every way,” he said, then lowered himself between her legs and sank inside.

In one deliciously intense thrust.

Her eyes rolled closed and her back bowed. “God, it’s so good.”

He pushed, thrust deep, then lowered his chest to hers. “So f*cking good. And do you know why?”

“Because I love you,” she answered in a murmur.

“Because I f*cking love you, too.”

And that was it. That was why she was in another world with Michael Sloan, f*cking, and falling, and loving, and living, and feeling. So much feeling. Every nerve snapped, every cell blazed, everything else faded as he f*cked her with so much passion, so much need, and so much love that she nearly burst. She wanted him now, she wanted him always, and she wanted him to know that he was hers, and she was his, and she would give him everything. As the pleasure built inside her again, nearing another crest, she tugged him even closer, whispering in his ear. Nothing complicated. Nothing artful. Just the three simple words that she knew he’d longed to hear. She’d never known anyone to love so deeply, so intensely, and she wanted him to have everything he wanted.

Her.

She could finally give him herself.

“I love you,” she gasped, as another orgasm crashed into her, and he f*cked her through it, chasing his own release.

*

“Well, that was a helluva surprise,” he said minutes later, flopping on his back next to her in bed.

She laughed. “Glad you liked it.”

“My favorite surprise ever,” he said, then rolled to his side, resting his head in his hand. He traced a line down to her waist. “So Sophie helped you plan this?”

Annalise nodded. “She’s quite a romantic.”

“She seems to be.” He sighed. “Just wish I didn’t have to work at all while you’re here. I have so much exploring to do,” he said, traveling across her stomach with his fingers, letting her know which terrain he meant. “I want to do everything with you,” he whispered, squeezing her rear, letting his meaning register.

She met his gaze with wide, earnest eyes. “Anything,” she said in her sexy vulnerable voice. “You can do anything with me.” Then she stopped and raised a finger. “Well, maybe not pee on me or anything like that.”

Cracking up, he tugged her close and planted a kiss on her collarbone. “Yeah, not that. Definitely not that.”

“But as for you having to work…” She dragged a finger down his sternum.

“What about it?”

“I have this photo shoot, but Sophie talked to Ryan,” she said, her tone conspiratorial, like she was sharing a secret in high school.

“And what did Ryan have to say?”

“Apparently,” she said, running that finger across his abs now, “Ryan asked Mindy to help out so you could have a few days off.”

“But Mindy has a job.”

Annalise shrugged. “I guess she’s moonlighting for Sloan Protection Resources to help a friend. Besides, she told them that you introduced her to the new man in her life, so she was happy to help you see the woman in yours.”

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Mindy was a good friend. Sophie was a fantastic soon-to-be sister-in-law. Ryan was a great brother. He was a lucky son-of-a-bitch to have so many good people in his life.

“Sounds like a lot of people like you,” she said and then straddled him, pinning his wrists in her hands, the ends of her red hair tickling his chest.

“I’m a likeable guy. And look at you. You like me, too,” he said, playfully.

“I do like you. I’m in love with you, Michael Sloan.” Before he could respond, she tilted her head, as if considering what she’d just said. “Michael Sloan,” she repeated, like his name was new to her. “Funny. The first boy I fell in love with was named Michael Paige-Prince. Now I’m in love with this Michael Sloan fella.”

“Same guy?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Same. But different, too,” she said, and with a sharp burst of clarity, he understood completely what his sister had meant—understood it because he felt it deep within his bones, all the way through his blood, and right into his heart.