Free Midnight Kisses by Wayne Jordan

door open when she reached it. She stepped outside, inhaling thecool night air. Her heart was still racing and she slowly brought it under control. She was afraid.
    She couldn’t explain her feelings for him. Every time she thought of him, she felt even more confused. He was definitely not her usual kind of man. She’d always been attached to the more outdoorsy type or the witty extrovert. Daniel was the strong silent type.
    But acknowledging that didn’t negate how attractive and sexy she found him. His calm, controlled demeanor masked a man holding his passion in. She knew it…knew that there was something profoundly deep and emotional within him. She’d caught a glimpse of that man tonight. She’d caught a glimpse of the heat he tried to keep dormant inside.
    Not that she was complaining. Their lovemaking had been wonderful, yet she could tell he’d been holding back, and she found herself wanting all of him.
    In the distance, the night lights of Chicago flickered. She loved the city—its vibrancy and its atmosphere. Though she’d considered jobs elsewhere, she could never leave. When Vincent Memorial had offered her the job, she had jumped at the chance, even though the pay would have been lower than some of her other offers. Being happy wasn’t always about money.
    She closed her eyes, soaking in the feeling of the Chicago midnight. She needed to get back to bed. She had to work the early shift in the morning, and she hated to be late.
    Renée returned to the bedroom. Daniel was still sleeping. She laughed. She’d tired him out. She felt the same; he had been a demanding lover.
    She slipped between the sheets, drawing closer to him. She loved the feel of his body next to hers…the hardness, the strength, the way her heart rate quickened with excitement and anticipation. She was madly attracted to him and that alone scared her.
    And then she realized he had stopped breathing, and two eyes flaming with fire stared at her. Instinctively, she reached up and kissed him on the nose, and gasped when he responded by capturing her lips.
    Under the covers, she felt his arousal against her stomach and she reached out, holding him in her hands. His penis jerked and she felt pride in knowing that he responded to her. He was large and she was amazed that she’d accommodated him so well. She loved the fullness of him inside her and her body ached to feel him again. She ran her hands along his thick length, loving the feel of its ridged texture. He moaned, a vulnerable sound that made her know she was in control.
    She felt the gentlest of touches at her womanhood. Her hand covered his, and she widened her legs, giving him the access he wanted, that she wanted, too.
    A finger slipped inside her tenderly, finding her sensitive nub. His finger teased it and she released him, her palms folding and opening with the sensation that washed over her. She bit her lips trying to keep the sound in but with every flick of his finger she knew the sweetness of pain.
    Daniel removed his hand and she almost screamed in protest, but when his head moved between her legs, she stopped, knowing what was to come would be even better. He placed his mouth on her, his tongue slippedbetween the delicate folds, and he made love to her in a way she’d never experienced before. All she could do was give in to the thrill surging through her body and enjoy the skillful way he pleasured her.
    And then he stopped and raised himself above her and prepared to enter her for the second time that night. Again she almost screamed with the impact of his entry. But her body was ready and when he pulled back and stroked her again, she met him halfway, joining him with a fervor of her own. She groaned and cried at each firm, hard stroke, wrapping her legs around him, and drawing him closer.
    She clenched her muscles around his penis, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she could.
    While they made love he whispered to