Page 98 of One Midnight Kiss

“I love you,” I whispered into his ear before brushing my lips against his, teasing him with the promise of something more. He reached up, cupping my breasts.

His body shook underneath me as I rolled my hips, sliding myself against his cock. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned.

I laughed. “You’ll die a happy man.”

I reached between us and guided his cock to my opening. Slowly, I sank down onto him, relishing in the gasp that escaped his lips. He filled me completely, every inch of him welcomed by my body. We both moaned at the connection, it felt so right, so perfect. He fit me like no one else ever had or could.

His hands gripped my hips as he helped guide me up and down his shaft, each movement making me clench around him. I rode him hard and fast and then slowed down to relish every second.

I leaned down and kissed him.

“Natalia,” he groaned, his hands digging into my hips as he thrust up into me with a force that winded me momentarily.

“Say it again,” I said, nipping at his bottom lip. I loved hearing my name from his lips. It sounded different when he said it, like it was a prayer meant only for his ears.

“Natalia, I love you.”

The pleasure was building in my belly, promising an imminent release that would shatter me into a million pieces. His thumb flicked back and forth against my clit, intensifying the sensations coursing through me.

“I can’t,” I stammered, gripping him tighter. He groaned in response, his grip on my hips becoming firmer as he drove into me relentlessly.

“Let go, Natalia,” Fox urged, voice rough with desire. “I’ve got you.”

That was all it took for my orgasm to rip through me. A cry escaped from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body. He joined me seconds later, a low groan escaping his lips. I fell forward, content to stay right where I was for the rest of eternity.

The morning light peeked through the heavy curtains of our suite. I blinked awake, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, I let myself just be. Just breathe him in. I trailed my fingers lazily over his skin. There was a certain confidence knowing I would get to do this again and again. This man was mine.

He shifted beneath me, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head. “Morning,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” I whispered back, pressing a kiss to his chest.

His hand slid up and down my arm.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d actually find me,” I said.

“Why?”

“You didn’t seem to be following my breadcrumbs.”

“I think I picked up on one or two.” He chuckled. “Jerrod texted me and told me what hotel you were at.”

I paused. “How did Jerrod know?”

“Penelope.”

“Penelope?” I repeated.

“Yeah, there’s something happening there,” he said with a laugh.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Penelope is on vacation,” I said, trying to puzzle it out in my head.

“Yes, but she told him you sent her an email and let her know where you were.”

“I let Christa know, too,” I said. “I thought she might tell you.”