Meet Me at Midnight (Romance, Completed)

Chapter 10

"Fuck! What time is it?"

Midnight's curse bit through the air, and I stirred from my slumber, face plastered against...hell! I'd fallen asleep on his chest. Please, say I hadn't drooled.

"I don't know," I mumbled.

It was still dark, but rather than being pitch black, the sky was a dark grey through the corner of the garage window.

The screen of his watch glowed an eerie green. Almost four a.m.—we'd been dead to the world for at least two hours.

"My leg's gone to sleep," he said, stretching it into the footwell.

"Other parts of you haven't." And right now, his cock was twitching against my hip.

A zing of electricity shot straight to my chatte as he nibbled my earlobe. "That's because I was dreaming about you, trésor."

"That makes two of us. Not about me, about you," I hastened to clarify. "Can we...?"

He glanced towards the window, and I knew what he was thinking. Would he get away before dawn broke? Part of me longed to tell him I already had a good idea of his identity, but my head overruled. Making a decision in the heat of the moment had the potential to end in disaster—I needed to confirm for certain then have a long, hard think about my future.

"It'll be fast."

"What are you waiting for?"

One rough digit stroked between my legs before sliding inside me. "I see you're ready. Guess you weren't kidding about that dream."

"No, I wasn't."

"And what was I doing to you?"

Oh, merde, why did I start this? Writing my filthy thoughts down was one thing, but voicing them to the man who caused me to have them in the first place? "Uh, it doesn't matter." His finger stilled deep inside me, and a whimper escaped my lips. "Please."

"Tell me."

Even in the dark, I still closed my eyes. "Fine. I was bent over my desk in the pool house."

"Is that what we're doing next time, then?"

He was already planning a next time? My head warned me I shouldn't be getting in so deep, but my body, on the other hand, thought it was an excellent idea. "If you're up for that?"

"I'm always up when you're around."

With a bit of shuffling, he manoeuvred us so he was on top, and the rip of foil told me he'd sheathed himself. Seconds later his cock nudged at my entrance. Despite his insistence to the contrary, he took his time as he slid inside me to the root then paused while I stretched to accommodate him.

"Perfect fit," he whispered.

And at that moment, lying on the backseat of an old Cadillac, I could almost believe we were.

It may have been a quickie, but the orgasm still made me tingle from my fingertips to my toes, and from the way Midnight stiffened as he came, the feeling was mutual. But all too quickly, he pulled away.

"We'd better get home," he whispered, and my heart sank. Would it always be like this?

I reached out to caress his gorgeous muscles one last time before they disappeared under his shirt, then I wriggled back into my dress. "Where are my knickers? Have you seen them?" I realised what I'd said. "Or felt them?"

"No." A strong hand reached under my dress and cupped my ass. "But I prefer you without."

"Be serious—I can't leave them lying around in my grandfather's car."