Midnight Sins (Midnight #2)(31)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Oh, but she liked the way he played.

His hands went to her top. Untied the straps with a quick flick of his fingers. Her bared br**sts were desperate for his touch, the ni**les tight and hard in the water. He caught the tips with his fingers. Caressed. Teased.

Made her want so much more.

Todd and Cara shot to the surface at the same time. The moment air filled her lungs, Cara was ready for him. She kissed him, sealing her lips tight to his—

Right before they sank beneath the water.

His fingers went to the bottom of her suit. Found the same easy ties to untangle. When the fabric floated away, he touched her sex.

Pushed those strong fingers between her legs and made her hips strain toward him as he strummed the center of her need.

They kicked to the surface together. His hands were still on her. Her lips still on his. Her mouth lifted slowly.

Then he pushed her back against the wall of the pool. Spread her legs ever wider and thrust two fingers deep into her core.

Cara hissed as the pleasure lashed her. But she wanted more than just those fingers inside of her. “Todd…I need you.”

“Ah, damn, but you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His mouth pressed against her throat. Bit. Sucked the flesh.

“Don’t…ah…play.” But playing felt so good. “Make love to me.”

His head lifted. “I don’t have any more protection with me.” He sounded horrified.

Hell. Pregnancy wasn’t a major concern for her, but now really wasn’t the time to get into an explanation of her genetics.

The lust was riding them both too hard. Now was the time for relief. “Guess we have to improvise,” she whispered. It wouldn’t be as good as having that thick erection of his driving into her, but she was discovering that just about any sensual play with Todd was better than everything she’d experienced with others.

The man sure as hell knew how to please a succubus. A rare talent.

But she also knew how to please a man. Her fingers found the small nubs of his ni**les. Tugged lightly. A growl rewarded her efforts, and she trailed the tips of her nails down his chest. The pressure of her nails wasn’t enough to hurt him or mark him, but just enough to sensitize his flesh and let him know what was coming.

Well, he would be coming. And so would she. But first—

Her fingers eased over the skin of his abdomen.

“Cara…” His voice had become guttural now, and the fingers inside her were still working her sex in a fierce, possessive drive.

Her climax was close.

Time for his.

The air crackled around them. The already warm water in the pool heated perceptibly as their passion flared.

She found the length of his cock. Long. Hard. She wrapped both hands around him, squeezed. Tested the length, moving from root to head. Again. Again.

The fingers driving inside her began to move faster.

So did her hands.

He kissed her. Drove his tongue into her mouth in perfect time with the thrust of his hand.

Her sex contracted around his fingers. Her skin began to prickle as the sting of energy in the air surrounded her, so rich and sweet she could taste it…just as she tasted him.

Her hands pumped his flesh. Squeezed tighter. Stroked harder. His body stiffened against her, the muscles bunching as he spiraled ever closer to his release.

Her fingers closed over the top of his shaft, caressed the sensitive head beneath the warm water.

Oh, but she was close—

He tore his mouth from hers, stared down at her, breath ragged and hard.

His thumb pushed against her clit and his fingers thrust deep again.

The fire within her erupted into a blaze as Cara choked out his name and greedily took the pleasure he offered…even as she pumped him to his own climax.

His c**k tightened, jerked. The face above hers flushed and she felt the hard jet of his orgasm.

Cara kissed him again, riding the wave of her orgasm, his, and funneling that energy right back to Todd so that his body shuddered as the fiery pleasure seemed to last and last.

When the climax ended, dawn had arrived in full force. Light blazed across the pool, sparkling on the waves.

Damn. It was a miracle they both hadn’t drowned.

Todd blinked and gazed down at Cara’s glistening face. He was so screwed.

Her full lips trembled. Curved into a smile that looked gorgeous, and a little lost.

So screwed.

But he felt good. Fucking fantastic, in fact.

He kissed those lips of hers. God, but he loved her mouth. The sweet bow of her top lip. The plumpness of her lower lip. The way her mouth fit against his. The way she tasted.

Her fingers stroked his cock. A final caress before she eased her hands away.

Todd exhaled. “Cara…” Now that the fog of lust was starting to clear, he knew they needed to talk.

But, if he didn’t get away from the naked temptation of her body, he’d forget about talking, again, and pounce on the lady one more time.

“I like you.” Cara’s words stopped him. “You’re…different, Todd Brooks.”

And she was far beyond any experience he’d ever had.

“That’s why this is going to be so hard,” she whispered.

He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Now the smile on her lips was just sad. “We should get dressed.”

She disappeared under the water, sliding beneath the clear surface and swimming around him, before reappearing in the shallow end of the pool—close to the steps that led up to the cement and the waiting patio. He swam slowly behind her, the tension in his gut thickening.

Todd knew he wasn’t about to have the best conversation of his life.

He sure as hell hoped the lady wasn’t kicking him out. Not yet.

His gaze zeroed in on the graceful line of her back as she rose from the pool. Dipped low to the curve of her ass. He hadn’t showed her ass the attention it deserved yet, but he would. He’d show—

She turned a bit, reaching down to grab a towel off the chaise, and he caught a glimpse of her birthmark. A perfect half-moon birthmark above her hip. Left side.

Shit.

Goose bumps grew on his flesh, his warning system going off too late.

In less than five seconds, he was out of the pool. Splashing water and storming toward her. “What the hell is going on?”

She whirled at his snarl, holding her towel in front of her. “Ah, Todd—”

He grabbed the edge of the towel, wrenched it away. Last night, it had been so dark in her bedroom that he hadn’t noticed the mark on her hip. But now, in the bright light of the new day, there was no mistaking it.