Tempt Me at Midnight

by Maureen Smith

  He pushed her back against the door and quickly hoisted her off the floor. She threw her legs around his waist, hiking her skirt up to her thighs as her stilettos clattered to the floor. He grabbed her butt, roughly palming both cheeks as he ground his rigid erection against her sex. She moaned, writhing against him as fingers of electrical explosions tore through her clitoris.

  He reared back and impatiently ripped off her trench coat. Her nipples stood out sharply against her pale silk blouse. Nostrils flaring, he bent his head and sucked one into his hot, wet mouth. She arched back, keening with pleasure.

  He kneaded and caressed her thighs, the rough heat of his skin penetrating her pantyhose. But it wasn’t enough; she wanted his hands on her bare flesh. As if he’d read her mind, he eased her feet to the floor, then sank to his knees before her. His fingers gripped the waistband of her pantyhose, yanking it past the swell of her hips and rolling it down her legs. She trembled uncontrollably, her breath rushing in and out of her lungs. When he reached her feet, she stepped out of the hose, then watched as he brought the nylon to his nose and deeply inhaled.

  “It smells like you,” he whispered thickly.

  She groaned, shuddering with arousal.

  Setting aside the wad of pantyhose, he leaned forward and brushed his lips to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She moaned, delicious shivers racing to her groin. Holding her skirt out of the way, he trailed a path of sensual, open-mouthed kisses up her trembling thigh. When he reached her crotch he paused, heightening her anticipation. And then he pressed his tongue to her clit, stroking her through the silk layer of her panties. She cried out hoarsely.

  As her knees buckled he caught her, steadying her in his firm grasp.

  “Quentin,” she whimpered, writhing desperately against him as wetness coated her sex. “I need you.”

  He lifted his head and stared up at her. His face was flushed, his eyes bright and gleaming with barely restrained lust.

  “Not here,” he growled huskily. “Not for our first time.”

  He surged to his feet, then bent and swept her into his arms as though she were completely weightless. She clung to his neck and pressed her hot face against his chest, feeling small and vulnerable and powerfully outmatched.

  He reached the second landing in what had to be record time and carried her into his enormous bedroom, where a lamp glowed invitingly on the bedside table.

  He set her gently on the floor and slanted his mouth over hers, his kiss as hot and hungry as the sensual needs pounding through her body. His hands caressed her back, stroking the silk of her blouse against her tingling flesh. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned her shirt with a deftness that reminded her he’d had plenty of practice undressing women. But at that moment she didn’t give a damn. She wanted to be naked and joined with him, and the sooner the better.

  Lifting his head, he dragged her blouse off her shoulders, then reached for the front clasp of her bra. Her breath caught at the sensation of silk brushing against her erect nipples. Pulse thundering, she watched Quentin’s face as he eased the straps down her arms and pushed the bra from her body. At the sight of her brazenly thrusting nipples, his nostrils flared and he swallowed tightly.

  She gasped as his hands cupped her swollen breasts, his thumbs rasping over her distended nipples. Her womb contracted as spasms of pleasure tore through her. She’d never known her breasts could be so sensitive. They never had been before.

  Swearing under his breath, Quentin knelt to unzip her skirt and slide it, along with her panties, down her legs. She could tell that he was trying to take his time with her, trying to savor her the way a connoisseur savored a fine wine.

  When she stood naked and trembling before him, his gaze raked over her slowly, his eyes smoldering with fierce appreciation.

  “So this is what I’ve been missing all these years,” he murmured, low and rough. “Have mercy.”

  Lexi’s knees went weak.

  As he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, shivering at the feel of his bare chest pressed against hers. A moment later she felt him lowering her to the enormous bed and easing over her, his heavy body enveloping her with his heat and strength.

  She trembled everywhere he touched her, with his hands and his eyes. He palmed her aching breasts, pushing them together. And then he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and arched backward.

  As his marauding lips closed in on the other nipple, his hand glided down to the apex of her thighs. She moaned as his fingers teased and probed the slick, swollen folds of her sex. She thrust her hips against him, shaking with need. And when he slipped two fingers inside her, she cried out and clamped her thighs around his hand, trapping him there.

  “So juicy,” he groaned low, his lips caressing her jaw as he stroked inside her. “So damn sweet and juicy.”

  She mewled with pleasure, her hips undulating against him as she rode his wicked fingers.

  “I need to taste you.” He glided down her body, his lips moving between her breasts and down her quivering belly as she struggled for breath. He settled between her thighs, his massive shoulders spreading them wide.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips poised over her clitoris. “All these years. All these years.”

  He lifted those glittering eyes, his gaze locking with hers. And then he pressed his hot mouth to her engorged sex. Her hips arched off the bed as a strangled cry erupted from her throat. His hand gripped her waist, anchoring her in place, giving her no reprieve from the sensual onslaught to come.

  He suckled her clit as his fingers worked inside her, thrusting with deep, erotic strokes. Lexi twisted, dug her heels into the bed and clutched the back of his head, the silky texture of his close-cut hair rasping her palms. Soon she was groaning and shaking, shuddering from the gut-wrenching pleasure of his mouth on her. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more without dying, he did something with his tongue, something that should be illegal in all U.S. states and territories.

  Her eyes flew wide-open, and she screamed his name as waves of violent ecstasy crashed through her, racking her body with such powerful convulsions she seriously wondered whether she’d go into cardiac arrest.

  Quentin gathered her against him, his expression both tender and savagely aroused as he watched her come for what seemed an eternity.

  When the tremors had finally tapered off, she stared up at him with a look of astonished wonder. She’d always known he was an experienced lover, but she couldn’t have imagined the depths to which he’d master her body, making it weep.

  As she watched, he slid his fingers from her vagina and slowly drew them into his mouth. The blatant carnality of the gesture sent ripples of lust charging through her belly.

  “Sweetness,” he husked, holding her gaze as he sucked his wet fingers. “Sweetness.”

  Lexi blushed with pleasure, his pet name for her taking on a whole new meaning.

  Bending his head, he captured her mouth in a deep, provocative kiss that had her moaning as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

  Drawing back from her, he rose to his knees and pulled down his shorts. She gasped, her eyes widening as she got her very first look at his penis. It was an absolute thing of beauty. Long, thick and honest-to-goodness huge, curving up toward his stomach.

  No wonder women keep coming back for more, Lexi thought as her mouth watered and her clit tightened and throbbed with greedy anticipation.

  He retrieved a foil packet from the bedside table, tore it open with his teeth and quickly rolled the condom over that bulging erection. She quivered as he stroked his fingers between her legs, then smeared her juices over the condom. As he slipped between her thighs, a shudder rippled through her as the engorged head of his penis nudged the slippery folds of her sex. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him inside her.

  Poised above her, his weight braced on both arms and his hands on either side of her head, Quentin gaz
ed down at her. The piercing, focused intensity in his eyes let her know that he recognized the profound significance of this moment. Just one thrust of his hips would take them from friends to lovers. And there would be no turning back.

  But Lexi knew that they’d long since passed the point of no return.

  So she gave a slight nod, and something like relief and gratitude flashed across Quentin’s face.

  They stared into each other’s eyes as he slowly pushed inside her, stretching her almost unbearably. They shuddered and groaned in mutual ecstasy. Slowly he sank deeper, sheathing himself to the base. The pleasure was so sharp, so excruciatingly intense, that they shared a heated look and whispered at the same time, “Don’t come yet.”

  They both laughed, soft, shaky laughs that quickly turned into groans as Quentin began moving inside her. She tightened her thighs around him and wrapped her arms around his back, so broad her fingers couldn’t meet in a circle. He groaned again as she caught his rhythm, her hips surging upward to meet each deep, penetrating stroke.

  “Ah, Lex. Lex, Lex,” he chanted, his low, raspy voice driving her insane. “You feel so damn incredible.”

  “So do you,” she moaned.

  “Is it good, sweetness?”

  “Sooo good.”

  As he groaned and thrust deeper, her nails raked his back and dug into the flexing muscles of his taut, round butt. His erection was so hard it felt like hot iron wedged inside her. Passion and hunger blazed in his eyes, matching the currents of electricity tearing through her. No man had ever made Lexi feel this way before. And she knew, instinctively, that no other man ever would.

  Soon she was sobbing Quentin’s name and arching her back, her hips working frantically against his as he plunged and retreated. His lips lowered to her breasts, sucking her engorged nipples until she wailed with pleasure. They glided and rocked together, their primal cries and shouts bounding up to the high ceiling and reverberating around the large room.

  Framing her face between his hands, Quentin stared down at Lexi with an expression of such fierce possession that tears swam into her eyes. “You mean everything to me,” he growled huskily. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

  “I won’t,” she promised, her voice breaking with emotion. There was nothing about this night she could, or would, ever forget.

  As his thrusts came harder and faster, Quentin took her mouth in a searing, ravenous kiss that shook her down to her very soul. Pressure built in her womb, a storm gathering force.

  Lifting his head, he gazed deep into her eyes and whispered, “Fly with me, Lexi.”

  And she did, the two of them shattering together and soaring higher than any hot-air balloon could ever take them.

  Later, after another round of intense lovemaking, they lay spent in each other’s arms, sweat cooling on their bodies, their legs twined beneath the covers that Quentin had pulled up to their waists.

  In quiet wonder Lexi explored him, running her hands over the hard-honed muscle that ridged his chest and abdomen. His golden skin was rich and beautiful, as warm and smooth as granite wrapped in silk. A faint smile touched her lips as she traced the ink outline of the Omega Psi Phi tattoo that curved around his bicep. She remembered how proud he’d been the day he received it, remembered the way she’d teased him as she helped him clean and care for the fresh wound.

  Looking up into his face, she found him watching her intently beneath the long, thick fringe of his lashes. “So much history between us,” she whispered.

  His gaze softened. “I know. It’s amazing.”

  “It is.” She sighed contentedly. “Do you really think friends make the best lovers?”

  A lazy smile touched his lips. “I think we just proved that, don’t you?”

  She blushed, burying her hot face against his chest.

  He laughed, a deep, husky rumble that vibrated through her body. “Don’t get all shy on me now.”

  “I’m not.” She muffled a smile against him. She loved the way his skin smelled—a hint of spice from his cologne, mingled with a musky layer of sweat from their fevered lovemaking. She wished that she could bottle the intoxicating scent. She wished she could preserve everything about this incredible night.

  Quentin tightened his arm around her, snuggling her closer to his warm body. As she tucked her head beneath his chin, he played with her hair, running his fingers through the short, layered strands.

  “I really like your hair this way,” he murmured.

  She grinned. “It grew on you, huh?”

  “What do you mean? I’ve always liked it.”

  “Really? I didn’t think you were too crazy about it at first. You kept staring at me funny.”

  “That’s because I was in shock. It was a dramatic change. Your hair went from here—” he drew a line just below her shoulders “—to here.” He touched the nape of her neck. “It caught me by surprise. But I really like the haircut, Lex. It’s sexy as hell, and it brings out those stunning eyes of yours.”

  Warm pleasure tingled through her veins. She smiled against his chest. “I’m glad you feel that way. It would’ve been nice to hear this, say, a year ago, but better late than never.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I thought I told you.”

  “Nope.” Apparently there was a lot he hadn’t told her, she mused, remembering the story he’d shared about the first time they met. She was searching for someone, and I took one look into her eyes and hoped it was me.

  For as long as she lived, she would never forget those words.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Quentin murmured, lazily stroking a hand up and down her spine.

  “What?”

  “When I kissed you at the New Year’s Eve ball, you didn’t know it was me. So who did you think was kissing you?”

  Her face heated at the memory. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know who I thought was kissing me.”

  “Are you sure? Maybe you thought it was some guy you’d been flirting with all night.”

  Hearing the jealous edge to his voice, Lexi laughed. “That’s right. We’d planned to meet for a secret rendezvous at the stroke of midnight. But you came along and ruined everything.”

  Quentin’s hand stilled on her back. “That’s not funny, Lex.”

  “Oh, relax. I’m just teasing you.” She sighed deeply. “The truth is, I’d been feeling a bit sorry for myself that evening. No matter how fabulous a New Year’s Eve party is, it’s easy to get lonely if you don’t have a date. That’s why I was out on the terrace.” She hesitated, then added shyly, “When you took me into your arms and kissed me, it just seemed so romantic and exciting. What girl doesn’t fantasize about being swept off her feet by a mysterious, dashing stranger?”

  Quentin said quietly, “And then you realized it wasn’t a stranger after all.”

  “Mmm.” She lifted her head and met his steady gaze. “For the record, that was the most amazing New Year’s Eve kiss I’ve ever received.”

  He smiled softly, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “I’ll never forget it. Or this night.”

  Neither will I, Lexi thought as their mouths met in an achingly tender kiss. Neither will I.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning, Lexi was awakened by the warmth of Quentin’s lips gently nibbling her earlobe. She sighed, a slow, delicious languor spreading through her limbs.

  “Good morning.” His low, sleep-roughened voice rumbled against her ear, curling her toes and sending tingles to her stomach.

  “Good morning.” Without opening her eyes she stretched, rubbing her backside along his warm, muscular body spooning hers.

  Quentin groaned, his penis hardening against her bottom. “See what you started, woman? And I was gonna let you sleep in this morning.”

  “How? By assaulting my earlobe?”

  He chuckled softly, nuzzling her neck. His warm breath made her shiver. “Take
a shower with me.”

  She groaned protestingly. “But I want to sleep in. You promised I could.”

  “I changed my mind.”

  “Too bad,” she retorted with a smile. “It’s Tuesday. I don’t have class until this afternoon. It’s not my fault you have to be at the office at the crack of dawn, Counselor.”

  “Don’t make me seduce you,” he warned silkily, brushing the head of his erection across her butt. As heat bloomed between her thighs, she laughed and scooted out of reach.

  Growling softly, Quentin hooked his arm over her waist and turned her around to face him. Dark stubble covered his jaw, making him look so rakishly sexy her breath caught.

  He leaned down and kissed her, a sweet, soft kiss that opened up something deep inside her. Something she was afraid to identify.

  Lifting his head, he smiled into her eyes. “Hey, sweetness.”

  She smiled shyly. “Hey.”

  “Sleep good?”

  “When? You kept me up practically all night.”

  He grinned wolfishly. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

  And he never would, she thought. The man knew how to handle his business, and then some.

  “So, listen, I was thinking we could stay in tonight,” he suggested, idly running his fingers through her tousled bangs. “Maybe order some takeout and rent a movie.”

  Striving to match his casual tone, Lexi said, “Sure. That sounds like a plan.”

  “Good.” His eyes glinted. “And I want a rain check on that shower, woman.”

  “So bossy,” she grumbled.

  “Damn straight.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss, then rolled away and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed. As he sauntered lazily to the master bathroom, Lexi propped her head in her hand and shamelessly admired the view of his naked backside—wide shoulders, round butt, powerful thighs and toned calves.

  Um-mmm-umph!

  As he disappeared into the bathroom, she let out a lusty sigh and fell back against her pillows with a lascivious grin.

  Moments later she heard the blast of the shower. When Quentin began crooning an off-key version of “A Whole New World,” she stared at the door in delighted surprise, then dissolved into laughter.