Page 45 of Fox in Plain Sight

A change in Michelle’s breathing told him that she was on the verge of her climax. A fierce sensation of possessiveness charged through him at the knowledge that he was the one to drive her to such heights. And the thought that there might be other men after him made him growl, even though he had no right to think that way. There was nothing he could offer Michelle; nothing but a life on the run.

Michelle twisted in the sheets, her moans now more pronounced, her hands fisting the duvet, knuckles white as if holding on for dear life.

He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked the little nub into his mouth, pressing down on it, while he teased her folds with his wet finger.

Her body exploded on a moan, and he drove his finger into her spasming channel, feeling her muscles clamp down on him, imprisoning him in her warmth. Wave after wave wracked her body, her orgasm taking her, while he continued to lick over her clit, wringing more pleasure from her body.

When she collapsed with a contented sigh, Nick lifted his head.

Michelle was a sight to behold. Her face was flushed, her body glistening, nipples hard and tempting as hell. Her eyes were half-closed, but she looked at him, a soft smile playing at her plump lips.

Without a word, he leaned toward the bedside table and retrieved a condom from there. He rolled it over his aching cock and positioned himself between her spread thighs once more.

Locking eyes with her, he guided his erection to her wet sex, nudging her nether lips apart gently. In slow motion, he slid into her, feeling how the walls of her channel enveloped him in a loving caress.

Michelle’s legs lifted and she wrapped them around the back of his thighs, pulling him to her. “That’s good,” she murmured.

“Yes.” And he could make it even better, not by taking her hard and fast, but by taking his time tonight. By loving her slowly and tenderly. As if they had all the time in the world.

He braced himself on his elbows and knees, making sure not to crush her under his weight, and brushed a strand of her hair from her face. Slowly he pulled his hips back, allowing his cock to slip from her until only the tip was still inside, before descending again on a measured exhale.

“I want to make love to you all night.” He brushed his lips on hers, letting her taste herself, and caressed her face with the pads of his fingers. “I want you to know that I would never hurt you.”

Her lashes fluttered and she looked into his eyes. “I know that now.”

“No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to remember tonight. I want you to know that if I could, I’d give you so much more than just one night.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger across her lips.

“You deserve so much more.”

He took her lips and kissed her, putting all those things he couldn’t say into it, while his hips moved in an easy rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, unrushed, unhurried. Because tonight wasn’t about the race to release, it was about the journey, about the pleasure of getting there. It was about Michelle.

His body heated and sweat built on his skin. It made the contact of skin-on-skin even smoother, even more natural and sensual.

The warmth in Michelle’s eyes as she gazed at him filled his heart with hope. Her hands were on him, touching him, exploring him, caressing him. His entire body hummed with awareness, pleasure building inside him, making his heart beat faster and blood race through his veins as fast as a locomotive.

Though he didn’t want to climax yet, his body didn’t give him a choice in the matter. Being connected to Michelle in such an intimate way, he hurtled toward the inevitable. He couldn’t have stopped it anymore than he could stop a tsunami.

When the first bolt of pleasure charged into his cock, he tried to hold it back, but the wave was already cresting, already hitting him broadside. Hot semen exploded from the tip of his cock, and spasms rocked his body, making his hips jerk and his cock slam into Michelle’s soft center with such force that he feared he was going to hurt her.

But when their eyes locked, all he saw was pleasure in those blue orbs. Then her body stilled for a split second, before a visible shiver overtook her and her interior muscles gripped him tightly.

Her cry of release went through him, reigniting him, sending another intense wave of pleasure over him.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her, managing only in the last second to brace himself on his elbows. His knees were shaking. Noticing Michelle’s heaving chest, he rolled onto his back, releasing her.

He turned his head to the side, looking at her, unable to say a word. She shifted, facing him. He reached for her, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Wordlessly, she stared at their joined hands. He knew then that letting her go would be the hardest thing he’d ever done.