Free SEALed at Midnight by Cat Johnson Page B

wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    “Ginny?”
    “Yeah?”
    He couldn’t seem to get the words out at first. He lifted one hand to cup her face, running a thumb across her bottom lip as he leaned in. “Tell me if I’m out of line here.”
    Her throat worked as she swallowed. “You’re not out of line.”
    Thank God . He let out a breath and closed the distance between them.
    Her lips were soft and warm. His heart clenched at the feel of sinking into them and with the desire to sink into her.
    He needed this. Needed her.
    Twice in a month’s time he’d faced death and come out the other side alive. Now, he wanted to feel alive.
    Being with Ginny was the best way he could think of to do that.
    He kissed her more deeply. She let out the softest whimper as he breached her lips with his tongue.
    The sound cut straight to his core and he wanted her more than ever. He slid one leg in between hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter.
    Just kissing wasn’t going to satisfy the need she caused within him. He opened the buttons of her pajama top, craving her skin against his.
    He broke the kiss and gazed down at her, exposed to him. “Ginny.”
    “Thom.” The sound of his name on her lips—such a simple thing—made him ridiculously happy and made him want her even more.
    He ran his hand down her body and felt the worn flannel covering her soft curves. He watched her face as he slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband. She drew in a breath as he laid his palm on the bare skin of her stomach.
    He moved his hand lower and watched her lids drift closed as her mouth opened with the intake of a breath.
    She widened her legs, enough to encourage him to move lower still until he encountered her wet heat.
    The motion of her hips moved in time with his hand.
    Before he knew what he was doing he’d pulled her bottoms off and had his mouth on her. She gasped when he speared her with his fingers, filling her.
    As her cries filled the room, he felt her body tense, tightening before it released and the orgasm broke.
    Her muscles were still pulsing when he pushed his boxer shorts down and positioned himself between her legs.
    There was no taking things slow, even with as much as he’d intended to. Not when she looked like that—gasping, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavily-lidded with desire.
    Her spine bowed as he plunged inside. She threw her head back, pressing into the pillow and giving him full access to her throat.
    He scraped his teeth along the delicate skin of her neck, before running his tongue along the same path. The action sent a tremor through her.
    The feel of being inside her stole what little control he had. He latched onto her throat and caught himself too late in the midst of marking her like they were teenagers.
    Closing his eyes, he concentrated on every nuance of loving this woman.
    Everything he’d been missing, all he’d gone without for so long, seemed two-fold with Ginny. She responded to every stroke with a catch in her breath accompanied by a tiny sound he was coming to love.
    That made him want to make her do it again, and again, for as long as he could.
    “Thom?” The urgency in her voice dragged him out of his own head.
    “Yeah?”
    “I’m not on any birth control.”
    “I had a vasectomy.” That he remembered very well.
    “Oh, thank God.” She gripped his ass with both hands and held him deep inside her.
    He laughed at her reaction before he groaned as her body gripped his. He hissed in a breath and felt her spasm around him.
    This was going to end too fast. He didn’t want to come yet but he feared he wasn’t going to have a choice.
    Fuck it. They had hours more together and he intended to take advantage of every one of them.
    Gripping her head in his hands, he watched the pleasure on her face as he pounded them both to completion.
    Ginny was still beneath him, both of them trying to catch their breath, when the lights and television blared to