Free Midnight's Sweet Kiss by Ann Cory Page A

sent shivers along her naked flesh.
    He entered her, full and swift. Currents of heat and lust welled inside.
    “Oh, god,” she moaned.
    Her body shook with each unhurried thrust of his length. The way he filled and stretched her made her body blaze. Each stroke bringing her endless pleasure.
    She raised her hips off the bed and joined his steady rhythm, clenching her inner muscles tight around him. Noah looked at her, the steel eyes that soothed and calmed her. She placed her hands on his lower back and pulled him into her further, wanting all of him deep inside.
    At the first sensation in her belly she gripped him hard. She loved the way he brought her to the edge so quickly.
    “Faster,” she sobbed. “Please, faster.”
    He complied with her raspy command and thrust into her full, fast, and oh so deep.
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    His groans deepened and she felt his muscles tighten. Together they moved quickly.
    “Oh yes, now,” she gasped and completely came undone.
    One spasm after another released and she let the intensity of her pleasure known with her satisfied cries.
    “Come for me,” she whispered and watched his lips curl back.
    Sweat dripped from his brow and he thrust into her once more when he reached his climax. His thrusts continued, growing slower until he withdrew and brought her body into his.
    “You’re incredible,” she murmured and smiled. “You can wear that toga whenever you want.”
    “If it turns you on, I will.”
    She turned to face him, breathing him in. “Everything you do turns me on. Your words, your touch, your sweetness.”
    “I hope you can keep up with me. I’m just getting started. We have a few hours before midnight. Remember, we need to reenact everything .”
    Her body shivered in anticipation. “Oh trust me, I haven’t forgotten.”
    How could she ever forget midnight’s sweet kiss. Sophie looked forward to another three hundred and sixty-four more. The future didn’t seem so scary. She had a man she loved and a job she was passionate about. Everything else would fall into place.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Sophie peeled off the adhesive tape from the envelope and sealed it with a press of her fingers. With a sigh of relief she dropped it into the mail slot. The ring was on its way to Kyle. He could give it to whatever flavor of the month he wanted, it wasn’t her problem anymore.
    Elated, she got back inside the cab and put on her seatbelt. Noah leaned over and grazed her cheek with his lips.
    “All set?”
    “Yep.” The last of her tension eased from her shoulders.
    “Did it feel good?”
    “Great is an understatement.” She felt free.
    “Okay, so I’ve got us a table reserved at Tate’s, hope you’re hungry.”
    “Are you kidding? Thanks to you keeping me awake all night, I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
    “I’d say by that gleam in your eyes you’re not at all sorry.”
    Sophie chuckled. “Not a bit.” Her phone vibrated and she tugged it out from her pocket. “It’s Olivia. Mind if I take it?”
    “Go for it.”
    “Hey Liv, about time you called me back.”
    “Sorry,” her friend croaked, “but I just dragged my hung over ass home about five minutes ago.”
    “Serious? Then I take it your date with DJ went well?”
    “Eh. He was fun, just not my type. Too immature.”
    “Sorry to hear that.”
    “No biggie. Soph, I don’t think I’ll ever meet the guy who really gets me, you know?” She faintly heard the sound of her friend closing cupboards and figured she was hunting for aspirin. “So hey, how did your night go? Did you surprise Kyle?”
    Sophie bit her tongue. “Oh, let’s just say the night was full of surprises.”
    “Ooh, sounds like my kind of drama.”
    “I think you’d be proud of me for a change.”
    She glanced at Noah pointing to his watch. They’d have to hurry through lunch and get everything ready for the grand opening at the museum that afternoon. “Look, I’m off to grab a bite to eat and it