The Thorndyke Trilogy 2: Dancing at Midnight Read Online Free PDF Page B

her, he briefly bit her nipple, then licked it as if in apology. “Luscious.”
    Like many dancers, Kristen had small breasts. Early training turned everything to muscle, including breast tissue. But he seemed to like them, and she did have large nipples. She’d always considered them lacking, but with his appreciation, she changed her mind.
    She was turning into some kind of fangirl here. She couldn’t afford to do that, to give him a scintilla of power over her, or she was lost. If he found out she had lied, and he did have something to do with her world, he could destroy her. If she let him.
    No, this was something else. A night that didn’t happen, one she’d fantasize about.
    When his hot cock met her wet pussy, she shuddered. How could she ever have imagined she was cold? Shit, this was too much. Not enough.
    Then he slid inside but paused. “Open your eyes. I want to see what this does to you.” He sounded almost desperate.
    Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, feeling his hips jutting into the undersides of her thighs. She hooked him and pulled him in. Except he resisted until she forced her eyes open and stared into his.
    She preferred to keep her eyes closed during sex. “Keeping them shut intensifies the feeling.”
    “Let me take care of intensifying. Keep them open,” he murmured, his lips next to hers. He kissed her and gave a hard thrust. In one stroke, he lodged deep inside her. Exactly where she wanted him.
    “Wow.” He filled her up. Nobody had done that before. His gaze fixed on hers, he withdrew and thrust again slowly. She felt every inch. When he returned, his thrust felt never-ending. The fear that he wouldn’t stop, that he’d drive through her body and invade every part of her, added to the arousal fast ratcheting up inside her.
    Every part of her body tingled with awareness, feeding off his possession. He was completely in control, something she rarely enjoyed, but she felt that for this time he owned her. And she loved it.
    Everything she’d sworn not to be, not to do, she was doing here and now. But this was a night out of time. This experience would never happen to her again. But here, now, she was somebody else.
    “Lie back. Enjoy.” The light in his eyes glowed bright when he turned his head, and the lighter parts of his irises caught the reflection of the bedside light. “Next time you can do the work. Say my name.”
    “Nathan.” It rolled off her tongue, and she got a kiss for it.
    “Kristen, Kristi, Kriss… Which do you like?”
    “You don’t like Nate?”
    He thrust hard for that and rammed into her, his pubic bone grinding against hers to the point of pain. “No. Kristen it is, then.”
    She preferred that. After her family calling her “Krissie” for most of her life, her full name had been part of growing up. Besides, she loved the way he caressed the word, made a meal of it.
    Three shallow jabs shocked her into arching her back, only to have him press her down again. She gasped.
    His low chuckle should be banned, it was so sinful. It spoke of things he’d known and done that she couldn’t hope to experience. Except, that sound made her want to give him everything.
    He thrust, then ground, then jabbed. She couldn’t tell what he would do next. With every movement, he drove her higher, sent her head spinning and her thoughts whirling. And still she hadn’t come.
    He knew it. “Ready to beg yet?”
    “No way in hell.” Sliding her hand between them, she pushed against his chest until he stopped her moving by the simple expedient of pressing his body hard against hers.
    “Oh no you don’t. I’m in control here. Don’t go thinking you’re not doing your fair share tonight. But I want this.” With every other word, he thrust with the precision of a musician timing his movements, impressing his identity deep within her.
    Warmth touched her mind and with it, a tingle, an awareness that drove her crazy, tempting her to reach for it. Before