Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)

“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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 *.

Their heated bodies moved together. He was lit up everywhere, his entire being electrified as he pushed in and out, then deeper, hitting her right where she went wild, her back bowing off the bed, her mouth falling open, and a beautiful groan that became his name.

“Say it.” He growled. “Say it now.”

“Baise-moi plus fort.”

God, it was music from her. It was heady and thrilling to hear her say those words.

“I knew you’d sound crazy for me when you said it like this,” he groaned, then buried his face in her neck, kissing, biting, marking.

“I am. I’m crazy for you,” she said, and then it was her turn to nip. She went for his collarbone, and he nearly exploded. He loved her roughness, and she knew it because seconds later her hands were on his shoulders, then she dragged her nails down his back, digging into his flesh.

“Let me feel you all over me,” he said as he fucked her faster, harder.

She ran her nails down to his ass, curling her hands around him. He pushed deeper, the start of his orgasm barreling through his body. She arched up, grabbing his head, crushing his mouth in a crazed, fierce kiss, full of teeth and tongue and madness. Then she let go, his name tumbling from her lips in a raptured cry as she shattered beneath him, arms and legs grabbing, twisting, tugging him even closer, like she’d never get enough.

Her need for him set him off, igniting a mind-blowing orgasm that blurred his vision and torched his veins as he followed her there, in perfect fucking bliss.

Like heaven on earth.