Midnight Angel by Carly Phillips Read Free Book Online

easing first one finger and then another inside her.
She arched her back and moaned, and with a shuddering breath, he
thrust hard and deep, entering her at last.
    He was immediately clasped in her moist
heat, her inner walls squeezing him tight. Both the physical and
emotional sensations were stronger than any he could ever remember,
and his pulse beat hard in his throat as he lost any semblance of
coherent thought.
    As Dylan stilled inside her, Holly’s breath
caught and she lay motionless, adjusting to his size and length, to
the exquisite feel of him, hard and rigid inside her, where he
belonged. She clenched him tighter, and the pulling sensation grew,
spiraling and taking her to dizzying new heights.

    He met her gaze and withdrew slowly, so she
felt every hard ridge of his desire until suddenly she was empty
and aching without him. “Dylan, please.” She arched, trying to pull
him back inside her again.
    “Happy to, babe,” he said and thrust with
his hips, his hard erection filling her and making her whole once
more.
    She let out a sob of gratitude, unable to
hide her emotions.
    “Feels so right, doesn’t it?” he asked, his
voice gruff.
    She could manage only a low moan from deep
in her throat.
    He chuckled, but his body trembled, his
control obviously stretched to the breaking point. So was hers. She
lifted her legs, pulling her knees backward and drawing him
inexorably deeper inside her body, until they were so close, she
couldn’t imagine they were anything but one. And then with a groan,
he released his tenuous control and began to grind against her,
moving and pumping his hard body into hers.
    Their connection was electric, their
movements synchronized and perfect, as if they had an unspoken
understanding of each other’s bodies and needs. Her fingers gripped
his back as she gasped for breath, shuddering and coming closer and
closer to coming apart. She didn’t think he could get any deeper,
doubted she could
feel
any more emotion, when she
instinctively hooked her ankles together behind his back. Locked in
place, he rolled his hips against hers, grinding at the same time
he found the perfect spot and her body shattered from inside out.
Her orgasm hit hard, and she rode it out to its conclusion, her
climax wringing everything out of her.
    Just then he took her off guard and shifted
positions. She caught on and helped until he lay flat on his back
and she was astride him. She hadn’t thought she could move or that
another orgasm was possible, but when he shifted his hips beneath
her, she changed her mind. The rhythmic rotation of his pelvis and
the intimate contact of her feminine mound against his body had the
contractions starting all over again.
    “Do it,” he told her. “Make me come,” he
said, his hands gripping her waist tight.
    She did as he asked and took control,
shifting her hips from side to side, lifting her body up and down
over his, so he moved in and out at
her
whim. And it
seemed that was what he’d been waiting for before he let himself go
too.
    His orgasm was explosive, his body
practically slamming upward into hers and making her peak a second
time. But now she forced her eyes open and watched him as he came,
eyes shut tight, jaw clenched and lost in shared pleasure and
ecstasy, and it was all she could do not to cry and let her
overwhelming emotions betray her.
    He fell back against the floor, his hands
still on her waist, as sated and exhausted as she. She collapsed
against him, their breathing coming together in rapid gulps. His
heart pounded against her forehead, and she swallowed hard,
fighting back the feelings he’d inspired. The overwhelming love she
felt for this man frightened her because she did still love him.
Had probably never stopped.
    He completed her, she realized now, and as
he held her tight, she wondered if this moment together would be
one of their last. Because he’d never be satisfied in Acton, the
small town with its slow pace and lack of excitement.