Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)

He shook his head, taking the suitcase and shutting the door behind her. “It would be criminal for you to stay anywhere else.”

She glanced around, drinking in his home for the first time ever. His was sparse and neat. A wide gray L-shaped couch overlooked a glittering view of the city. A metal coffee table was littered with magazines, papers, and a silver laptop. In a cabinet was a huge TV screen, and a stereo system perched beneath it. She suspected Michael listened to music more than he watched TV. On the walls were framed photos of his family. His brothers and sister, a black-and-white border collie, and a picture of Michael and his father from many years ago.

But her interest in the setting waned quickly. She had more important matters on her mind, and in her heart.

“Did you get my letter?”

“I did. I loved it,” he said with a simple smile.

And that was all it took. She was unleashed. She was free. She’d flown across an ocean to surprise him, she’d come to his home to tell him her heart, and she was no longer going to let her fear of losing rule the day.

“I love you,” she blurted out, standing in the quiet entryway of his home.

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You do?”

She nodded and couldn’t stop the grin from bursting across her face. “I love you, Michael. I just do.”

“You’re not just falling in love with me?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’m. In. Love. With. You.” She took her time enunciating every word, then she held his face in her hands. He sighed happily and closed his eyes. She tilted her chin to kiss him, brushing her lips on his. “I love you. Now answer the question.”

He broke the kiss and scratched his head. “What was the question?”

“Will you let me?” she asked, playfully imploring.

He tapped his chin as if considering her request. Then he laughed and tugged her close. “Yes. God, yes. Hell yes. And I’m sorry if I handled things poorly in Paris. I’m sorry for being distant and pulling back. I’m just so consumed with you, and I don’t want to be your second best. Your runner-up.”

She shook her head. “You’re not. I have a big heart. There is room in it to love again, fully and deeply. I don’t want it to be a competition, Michael. All I know is this,” she said, slowing her words, meeting his gaze. “I love you, and because of that now I’m terrified of losing you. Even so, I won’t let that stop me from feeling everything with you. Because I do feel everything, and I want to keep on loving you. Just let me love you with all I have.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Yes. It is always yes with you. You’re all I want. Now and always.”

“The same,” she whispered. “It’s the same for me with you.”

She pressed a kiss to his chest then traveled up his neck, layering his throat with kisses, his jaw, his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe, and he groaned. Then he scooped her up in his arms, strode across the hardwood floors of his apartment, kicked open the door to his bedroom, and set her down. Whispering sweet, dirty words, he stripped off all her clothes as she took off his shirt.

“I missed you,” he said, his voice soft and vulnerable as he pushed her red panties to the ground.

“I missed you, too.”

He slid a finger between her legs, gliding across her aching *. “And I missed fucking you.”

“God, I missed that so much, too.”

“And making love to you. And hearing you come. It’s my favorite thing in the world—making you come,” he said, dipping his head to her neck, sucking on her flesh as he rubbed his finger across her hot center. “The sounds you make. How you say my name.”

She gasped. “I love it all with you. I want it all with you.”

“Now?” he asked in a sexy growl.

“Now, please now,” she said, begging as she unzipped his pants and he kicked them off.

“Show me how wild you are for me,” he said, rough and commanding as he sank down on the bed, patting his chest. “Here. Ride my face, my love. I need you to come on my lips before I fuck you.”

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 fucking 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.