Midnight Desires (2 page)

“Duncan!”

She screamed his name, the walls of her ass cinching around him, holding him in place. She thrashed beneath him, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut. Duncan was certain he could feel the fire erupting inside her, blazing a path straight to his cock. He clenched his teeth, pushing his shaft slightly deeper, when his body exploded, and he came in long hot jets.

“Damnation!”

He closed his eyes, dazed by the streaks of white light pulsing in the darkness. His body jerked against hers, spilling more of his seed inside her ass. He fought for breath, leaning against her back as the world faded into arcs of pleasure, the edges tinged in purples and reds. His body began drifting as one name stay poised on his tongue.

Isabel.

Duncan stilled. His eyes flew open, his body tensed. Had he spoken her name, or just thought it? He looked down at the woman sagged beneath him, her hair shielding her eyes. Her body was covered in sweat, tremors still washing through her. She looked sexy and sweet, but he wasn’t sure if he’d remembered the name she’d wanted him to call her.

He cursed under his breath, pulling his weakening erection from her body. She moaned as he popped free of her ass, but settled back against the bed. He forced a smile and bent down over her. “I’ll be right back with a cloth, baby. Just rest.”

He fumbled his way over to the bathroom, hoping to hell he hadn’t just ruined a month’s worth of planning with a simple slip of the tongue. He always used his real name, never able to get used to her calling him something else, but he knew she liked to immerse herself in the role…become someone totally different.

Like he needed different.

But if it made her feel sexy and confident, he’d wear a damn kilt for her and parade around with his balls swinging in the breeze.

A husky laugh bubbled in his chest but he suppressed it. He couldn’t deny his life had gotten a whole lot hotter since they’d started playing “games” and he wasn’t one to complain.

He padded back to the bed, loving how she smiled at him as the mattress dipped against his weight. “Here, baby.”

“You know, if you remembered my name, you wouldn’t have to call me ‘baby.’”

He shrugged, watching as she bathed her delicate flesh with the cloth, mesmerised by the sheer beauty of her. “If you’d pick names I could remember, or that even suited you, I’d have a better chance.”

Isabel smiled and shook her head, brushing his shaft with the damp towel as she watched him from beneath a veil of lashes. “Just because you can’t be creative, doesn’t mean that I suffer the same affliction.” She tossed the cloth onto the side table, caressing his jaw with the tips of her fingers. “But since it way my name you whispered, you’re forgiven.”

Duncan smiled as he followed her down on the bed, his body covering hers. “I don’t suppose you’re up for another go ‘round?” He smoothed one hand down her stomach and across her mound, easing a single finger into her wet heat. “One a little less…primitive?”

“It’s pretty late,” she teased. “Are you sure you’re…up for it?”

Duncan pressed his hardening erection into her stomach, grinning as her eyes closed on a sigh and her head tilted back into the pillow. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, moving over her as his shaft edged her sex, teasing it with a hint of penetration.

Isabel opened for him, welcoming him into her, breathing out his name as he slowly inched inside, pressing steadily forward until he was fully seated. He stared down at her, tracing the fullness of her lower lip with his mouth, capturing her murmur of pleasure as his lips met hers and his tongue danced inside. She tasted like cocoanut and cream, and he dipped in again when she broke the kiss.

He loved her slowly this time. Strong steady strokes that left him breathless as a new fire sizzled to life, spreading through him in an all-consuming wave. He watched her face, drawn to the array of emotions washing across her expression. The way she snagged her lower lip with her teeth as her orgasm neared. Or how her eyelids fluttered shut as each thrust seated him just slightly deeper.

“Now, darling. Oh. God.”

Duncan moved faster, watching her fall off the edge a moment before the rhythmic pulses of her pussy carried him with her, purging his release from his cock in spasmodic spurts, jerking his hips against hers. Her name lighted the air, as he followed her down on the bed, curling her sated body into his with a strong pull of his arm. Her breath feathered against his chest, as her contented sigh whispered in his ear.

“Damn, that was hot,” he groaned, wanting to recap every detail, but aware her breath was already deepening.

“Liquid fire,” she mumbled, snuggling closer, burrowing her curves into him.

He smiled, and brushed a soothing hand along her hair and down the sensual curve of her back. “So what have you got in mind for next month?”

She lifted her head enough to flash him a sinful smile. “Let’s just say it involves a brass pole and a whole lot of scarves.”

Desire punched through his stomach, making the bedroom spin. “Have I told you how much I love you, Isabel?”

“Not nearly enough,” she teased, settling into his chest again. “But after indulging in my game, you’re forgiven.”

Duncan smiled, pulling her tight against him, feeling her heart beat with his. Whoever said married couples had boring sex hadn’t spent a day…or a night…in his bed.

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