Free Bad Boys After Dark: Mick by Melissa Foster

glow. Their kisses were deep and torturous. Mick reared up, angling his hips and thrusting deeper, gazing down at the beautiful woman beneath him.
    “Look at me, baby,” he said without a hint of command, too caught up in the moment to care that he’d lost his distance. He’d never forget this, the way she was looking at him, like she saw only him, wanted only him.
    He brought his mouth to her wrist and kissed her there, grinding his hips in slow circles, rubbing against all the sensitive places he’d discovered earlier.
    “Mick, that’s…That’s…”
    He wanted to touch her in ways she’d never been touched and craved the discovery of all of her erogenous zones. He dragged his tongue from her wrist to the tender skin at the crook of her elbow, lingering there as she began to tremble. He used his teeth, then his tongue again, and she moaned and arched. Her eyes slammed closed and she bowed off the bed. He lowered his mouth to her breast as the orgasm gripped her, and she cried out his name.
    “That’s it, baby. I’m going to hear that scream in my dreams.” He was on the verge of coming, but he wasn’t done. He wanted to— had to —see her riding him. In one easy move he gathered her in his arms and rolled to his back, never breaking their connection. She was like a goddess, with the moonlight at her back and her hair curtaining her gorgeous face.
    She pinned his hands beside his head with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I think I might like this.”
    “You’ve never…?”
    She shook her head. The pleasure he took from racking up all these firsts was sinful.
    “Ride me, baby.”
    And she did. Hard. Fast. Slow. Maddeningly slow. Then fast again, taking him right up to the edge. He sat up, guided her legs around his waist, and claimed her in another deep, possessive kiss.
    “Your mouth,” he said between kisses. “How will I ever get enough of your mouth?”
    Her head fell back and her fingers dug into his biceps as she came. He sealed his mouth over her neck, sucking as her sex pulsed around his cock. He wanted to take her from behind, against the wall, in the shower, in the ass. His mind was spinning tales of what could never be. He shifted her onto her back, taking her in another rough kiss. In a futile attempt to fuck the thoughts out of his head, he pounded into her, holding her so tight not even air could fit between them. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that what they were doing was definitely not just fucking.
    “Mick. I’m gonna…again. Oh G—”
    He buried his face in the crook of her neck and surrendered to his own explosive release. He came, and came, and came, until he had nothing left to give. And then he held her for a long, long time, a full-on war raging in his head. He listened to the cadence of her breathing, felt her heartbeat calm, and reveled in the feel of her going soft in his arms again.
    “I should leave,” she whispered. “The book says never to sta...” Her voice trailed off.
    “Book?” His question fell on deaf ears. She’d already succumbed to the numbed sleep of a satiated lover.
    This is when I should show you the front door. He pulled her in closer, despite knowing he shouldn’t. Get up. He closed his eyes against his conscience. He didn’t understand what was going on in his mind. He didn’t do sleepovers, and he sure as hell shouldn’t do one with the woman who had already mind-fucked him so badly she was in his bed. And then it dawned on him. This was their only night, and his greedy body wanted more. This wasn’t going to be over until he knew the pleasure of spooning her. A few minutes of feeling her sweet body safe and warm against him and he’d be ready to call her a cab, call it a night, and move on from the most exquisite night of his life.
    He shifted positions, holding her right where he wanted her, and she nuzzled in. Their bodies fit so perfectly together it was like they were made for each other. This was what