Lost in Magic (Night Shadows Book 4) by Rose Wulf

Driven by need. And that need was for her. Just that very knowledge was enough to make her want to moan, but she held it back until his tongue slid up the inner curve of her thigh. He braced a hot, powerful hand on her hip and let his tongue trace the line of her slit.
    “Oh!” she said on a gasp, her deprived body already singing. How long had it been since she’d been touched like this?
    No, she’d never been touched quite like this.
    Mick rumbled with a sultry chuckle and dragged his tongue back up, slower. She couldn’t help but squirm. At least as much as the hand on her hip allowed. Then his tongue slipped past her folds and swept into her body. Swirling and stroking, wringing an endless stream of moans from some part of her Ali didn’t know.
    His free hand simultaneously found her clit and he rubbed it between thumb and forefinger. Spots of white sparked behind her vision and Ali’s eyes fell shut as her back arched. God, she didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused before. This desperate. “Mick!”
    He plunged two fingers into her without warning, sinking them deep, and sucked hard on her nub. It was enough. It was too much. She wasn’t sure, because her body erupted and a sound she wasn’t used to tore from her throat.
    Her body was still burning when her senses slowly refocused moments later. She suspected that was due to the slowly pumping fingers still between her legs. Or perhaps the hot, wet kisses Mick was raining over her chest. Whatever it was, it was wonderful. She felt just relaxed enough to lose what sense of self-conscious awareness she’d been holding on to.
    Tangling her fingers in his thick, soft hair, Ali tugged and moaned his name. “Come here,” she demanded as he released her nipple from his mouth. The rush of cool air over the moistened bud made her shiver with anticipation.
    “Did you want something?” Mick teased, a wicked grin assuring her he knew what he’d done to her.
    “Yes,” she said, looping her arms around him and trailing her searching fingers down. “You.” She found his ass—still covered in denim—and squeezed deliberately.
    Mick chuckled, lips beside her ear, and let his devious tongue slide the length of her throat. “Mmm, trust me, baby, you’ll get me.”
    “Now?” she asked, fighting yet another moan as he closed one hand over her breast. He’d ceased his ministrations below and was bracing his weight with one arm.
    Trailing kisses up to her lips, Mick devoured her mouth, crushing his body to hers. Leaving no doubt about his desires. He rocked his hips twice against hers, the coarse friction of the denim only spiking her sense of need. Then he pulled back, entirely off the bed, and kicked off his shoes.
    “I hope you’re prepared to lose sleep,” he said, his usually deep timbre gruff with hunger.
    Allison felt her core pulse in answer to that tone and spread her legs a little wider for him. “Hurry up,” she said, “or I might just do this myself.” A bold declaration for a woman who’d never successfully brought herself to orgasm. But he didn’t need to know that just yet.
    Mick paused, shorts unbuckled and button popped. His green gaze washed over her like molten lava. “That might be worth it, actually,” he said.
    Ali swallowed. She hadn’t expected that response.
    With a single rush of movement the rest of his clothes were discarded and he was fully exposed to her view. And what a sight he made.
    Depositing the condoms he’d snagged from a pocket moments ago, Mick lifted one from the pile and climbed back over her. He positioned himself between her legs and rested his weight on his knees. He looked her in the eyes and something flickered as he said, “You’re breathtaking, beautiful.”
    Ali felt her cheeks flush and fought the need to reach for him. “Flatter me later,” she said. “That’s not what I need right now.”
    He grinned, the mischief back in his expression, and tore into the package in his hand. “Yes,