Mitch kissed his way back up her body, his lips pressed to her creamy, delicate skin. He kissed her neck and shoulders, then lay beside her.
Still breathing hard, she finally met his gaze. Monique caressed his cheek, then pressed her open mouth to his, still tasting of her.
“That was incredible.” She placed a soft kiss on his whiskered chin. “Can’t wait to return the favor.”
His erection hardened painfully at the vision of Monique on her knees, taking him between her soft, sensual lips.
He pulled her on top of him, kissing her again. “We’ve got other business to tend to first.”
“Mmm…” she murmured, moving against his length, pinned between them. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to taking care of business.”
He laughed like only Monique could make him laugh. God he loved her. For as long as he could remember he’d loved her and only her. The one woman he couldn’t have. Only now he was in her bed, and he’d brought her to ecstasy with his tongue.
He rolled over so he was on top of her again. The only light in the room was the moonlight that filtered through the window and shone on her face.
She was beautiful. Expressive eyes. Soft, sensuous lips. Her mouth in a perpetual smirk as if they shared an inside joke to which no one else was privy.
Maybe it was a mistake, them crossing the line between love and friendship. But they’d danced along that hazy line for years and it’d only driven them both crazy. Whatever happened tomorrow, they’d always have tonight. With their curiosity satisfied, they could either move to the next step or move on. Either option would be better than this constant hell of dancing on the edge. Wondering what lay on the other side.
He pressed his mouth to hers. Sucked her lower lip before slipping his tongue inside her warm mouth. Caressing. Exploring.
Mitch moved to shed his clothing, retrieved the one break-in-case-of-emergency condom in his wallet and sheathed himself. His heart raced from anticipation and pure need as he settled between her thighs.
He strained to hear her soft murmur over his own groan of intense satisfaction as he slowly entered her tight, wet heat.
“Baby, you feel incredible.”
She let out a soft moan in response, wrapping her legs around him.
Monique was beautiful and sensual. Funny and sweet. Everything he’d ever wanted. The only woman he’d ever really wanted. And tonight, she was all his. Every single inch of her glistening, caramel skin. Taut and firm. Smelling of fresh gardenias.
He rocked his hips, pumping inside her, creating sweet friction against her clit.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back as she came again. Her walls tightened around him, heightening the profound pleasure tensing every muscle in his body.
She held on to him, as if for dear life, as he continued his thrusts. Until he’d reached his own peak. His hips jerked. Pleasure radiated throughout his body with a ferocity he’d never experienced.
Monique James was going to be the death of him. One way or the other.
As his length throbbed with intense pleasure, he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven.
His eyes opened suddenly, an uneasy recognition rolling up his spine. As he withdrew from her body his blood went cold.
Her eyes met his. “What’s wrong?”
He swallowed, his stomach suddenly in knots. “The condom broke.”