Colin McKenna is striking and powerful, beautiful and broken…
His mere presence commands attention and he definitely has mine. I'm captivated, drawn to him on a level I don’t understand.
He wants me, needs my body to satisfy his hunger. I’ve given myself freely to his demands. But at what cost? I’m the unknown factor. He had his life planned out, a very specific path laid before him and not anywhere on his road to travel did Charlie Carter exist. Yet here I am, and his struggle becomes one of diversion. Should he divert from the path he meticulously planned or digress for an unknown draw toward a stranger, someone so unlike anyone he’s met before?
Someone with secrets that could destroy his dreams and a destiny filled with power and influence. My past is sealed, protected against curious eyes. I've moved on and created a life for myself, leaving the pain behind. Until now.
I fell willingly into his bed, stolen moments of passion so intense, they blurred the lines of responsibility and reason. The passion we’ve unlocked together could be the key to our salvation or the path to damnation.
This is my story, my fall into love and fear that it could end in a heartbeat.
Midnight is an adult contemporary romance, due to strong language and sexual content this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
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“So good. It’s too good . . .” he mumbles against my mouth. And it is. So intense and so good my toes curl as I wrap my legs around his backside. I’m close to overwhelmed, the feel of him buried in me, knowing I’m really here in this moment, and his voice whispering in my ear to hold on, don’t hold back, give me everything . . . I almost can’t hold on, falling deeply into every sensation and losing myself in them.
I’ve never done this with someone and felt connected in every possible way, not just physically, but emotionally. A rush, a warmth spreads out from my chest at the realization that this is my beginning—a spring in the middle of winter, the ending of a chapter and the start of another, with Colin as the central character. Right here, in his bed, clarity reigns as his mouth claims mine again, teasing out a moan so he can claim that too. He owns me. I would give him anything. Take it, take all of me, take everything and anything. And he does, wringing out every ounce of pleasure. He knows where to touch, how to extract the smallest whimper and the largest groan. I could never tire of being with him, with him over me and in me, pushing, pulling, driving and devouring until the ache becomes a need. A need so intense and all consuming, I begin taking from him. Calling out unabashedly to move faster, go deeper, push harder. Don’t stop, never stop, never stop making me feel this good and needy and so, so full. Please, I beg. Pleading with him, pleading for I don’t know what . . .
Pushing off of his shoulders, I fall to the bed and he follows, his head dipping to my nipple. Taking me into his mouth, he teases with his tongue and bites down, hard, only releasing me when I gasp and clutch his hair. But I don’t pull him away; I hold him in place. I want more. He does it again and this time I go a little wild, raking my fingers down his back and bucking my hips up to meet the increased pace of his.
Everything he’s doing is magnified in the pulse between my thighs. It started as a slow flutter when he first entered me, but it’s built into a steady cadence. I focus on the feeling of him. I’m climbing high, fast, and he's coming with me. Throwing my head back, I relish in our connection, kneading my fingers into his back, his muscles flexing with control as he pushes me to a place I’ve never known, didn’t know existed.
I can see the moment when he loses it, loses himself as I have done. Gone is the controlled restraint and in its place is a wild abandon. Giving in to my demands, his hips thrust with a determined pace, driving forward, pushing harder until each strike elicits a guttural grunt from him and an exacting cry from me. Sweat pebbles on his brow, beading and rolling, dropping to my chest where it slides between my breasts. I watch, fascinated, as his eyes follow it down and the black of his pupils blur into the blue with a need so powerful it would scare me if I didn’t feel the exact same way.
My mouth finds his, licking and sucking and tasting. Who am I, but a needy, hungry woman begging for the only thing that can save me? Colin. Only him, it will always only be him. I give myself fully, joining him in the freedom to feel beyond good, beyond words.
“Don’t let me fall.” Sudden panic overtakes me as my body threatens to tumble from a cliff.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “We’re going to fall together. Come with me.” The whisper turns to a demand, forcing me to hold on and together, we dive head first into an abyss of pleasure so deep and plentiful we drown in it, breathe it, and live through it.
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