Free Rendezvous at Midnight by Lynne Connolly

and asking for his touch but the expression in her eyes was too compelling, too much like the emotions coursing around his body.
    Next time. He’d look next time. He’d watch her dampen with need, watch until she soaked the sheets with her arousal. Then he’d lap it up, drive her to harder, stronger heights until she begged for him.
    “Please.” He heard himself begging now and wasn’t ashamed. He needed her. She should know that. She had to know it.
    Her smile captivated him, teasing him with promise. “What if I went and had a shower now?”
    He didn’t have to stop to think of the answer. “Ever had shower sex?”
    Laughing, she positioned herself above him and he couldn’t resist watching this time. She poised her wet, delicate flesh above his and slowly brought them together.
    She bit her bottom lip and her eyes half closed as she swallowed him up. Captivated, he watched himself disappear within her, first the bulbous head, and then the rest of his shaft, truly a shaft in this position. The sensation was indescribable, so he didn’t try. He opened his mind and shared it with her.
    She convulsed, the shock sending her into orgasm. He reached up to catch her hips in his hands, steadying her and bringing those delectable nipples down so he could take them into his mouth.
    He felt just what she needed, and he did it, sucking hard, rolling the tip between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, hearing her cries of completion with triumph in his heart, triumph he didn’t even try to hide from her.
    In time they would become truly one, their minds dwelling in each other’s all the time, so habitual being separate would be the oddity. He welcomed it. All his life he’d enjoyed being alone, the sole determiner of his fate, but now he was ready to share. Willing and eager to share. He prayed she’d feel the same.
    When he let her nipple go with a satisfying slurp, he immediately pulled the other one in. She moaned softly and lifted up, sliding down. He felt her sweet spot, where she would most want to be touched inside and her frustration that she couldn’t find it. The position was wrong for her. Reluctantly he let her other nipple go and pushed her up a little, so his angle of entry changed.
    That was better. She moved, and he felt the flicker of pleasure when he slid across the right place.
    He built on it, his hands on her hips helping her to rise and fall at just the right tilt, each stroke pushing her fractionally closer, emotion and sensation making her hypersensitive. Her orgasm shattered around them both, bathing them in a consummation neither could have achieved alone.
    With the intensity of her peak still echoing around his mind, heating his blood, he came in a rush. He was unable to speak the words he wanted to give her, only gasp helplessly and hang on for the ride.
    Unbelievable.
    This time she fell onto him, and he cradled her close, unwilling to let her go. When the sweat on her body cooled, he drew up the sheet and reached with his mind for the comforter, pulling it gently over them both.
    They dozed, totally at peace. No restive spirit arrived to disturb his tranquility, no mortals knocked at the door to interfere with their happiness. He wanted this, and he wanted it for the rest of his life.
     
    ***
     
    Dressed in the pants and blouse she’d worn the day before, Lisa still felt like a different person as she headed for the hallway outside suite number one to complete her introductory piece for the program. After sleeping, they had showered and Michael had gone to the dining area to pick up some food. He’d come back with sandwiches, a salad and a bottle of cold, crisp white wine and they’d lunched together, completely happy in each other’s company.
    But life went on and she had left for the introduction. Michael went to speak to Ayesha, to discuss the changed plans for the day. Although their bodies were apart, his mind was in hers, his presence a constant with her. She wouldn’t have had