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

ma’am,” he teased. “Although I’d love to hear you articulate what it is you do need.”
    Two can play this game. Before he could slip the condom over his impressive arousal Ali leaned forward, grabbed his cock, and dragged her hand forward at a deliberate angle. “I need this ,” she said. She released him and let that same hand fall over her exposed center. “Here.”
    She swore he growled and was amazed he didn’t tear the condom in half the way he practically shoved it into place. “That can be arranged,” he said, his voice thick and sending anticipatory shivers over her skin.
    Ali leaned back again, her hand falling away, and put on her most innocent smile. “What are you waiting for, then?”
    Mick caught both of her hands and lifted her arms over her head, his fingers laced with hers. She felt his cock brush up against her folds and squirmed. When he was leaning directly over her, his emerald stare holding her attention in place, he eased his way into her body. Slowly. Torturously. She did her best to hold still. To let him set the pace and see what he would do with her. But she couldn’t stand it. She wanted him inside her now .
    Her hips snapped up with barely a thought and he was buried impossibly deep in her body. She moaned and he cursed under his breath, the sound more groan than actual word.
    “Ali, baby,” he murmured, releasing her hands in favor of touching her. Finally. He didn’t said anything else before his lips were over hers, hot and demanding.
    Ali moaned against him and wound her arms around his shoulders as her legs coiled around his hips. She rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust while their tongues dueled.
    She was nearly delirious with pleasure. Her body was on fire and the rough, gentle hands roaming her skin only fueled the blaze. He fell into a strong, steady pace, burying himself deeply into her body over and over again. Grinding his hips to hers before pulling away to do it all over. She kept up easily, digging her nails into his back as his kisses trailed down her neck. She gasped as he sucked on the hollow of her throat, arching hard against him.
    Mick groaned her name over her skin, latched his hands to her hips, and drove himself home harder than he had before.
    The scream of ecstasy that ripped from deep inside her only echoed the explosion in her body. Everything went white, hot waves of bliss crashing over her. She arched and rolled against him, holding him as tight as possible.
    She didn’t think she’d ever felt so good.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Mick pried his eyes open slowly the following morning. His body was still blissfully sore and the warmth curled up at his side was a perfect reminder why. But he couldn’t have had enough sleep already, not with the way he’d spent most of the night, so why was he awake?
    “Mm, what’s that?” Ali’s sleep-laden voice asked at the same time as he registered the sound that had roused him.
    His phone.
    Damn it. It was probably Doon again. But he wouldn’t reach the damned thing in time, anyway, so he opted to ignore it.
    “Mick?”
    Tightening the arm he had comfortably draped around her waist, Mick said, “My phone. It’s probably my boss.”
    He felt the tension return to her beautifully bare body and wasn’t at all surprised by her response. “Shouldn’t you get that?”
    “I’ll call him back.” He rolled properly onto his side, tugging her up to his chest. “Good morning,” he whispered as the ringing ceased.
    Ali relaxed into him and offered him a smile. “Good morning, sexy.”
    He bowed his head, catching her lips in a slow, leisurely kiss. There was a lot he needed to work on later in the day, but he intended to enjoy this moment. And he hoped like hell it wouldn’t be the only time he woke up with her in his arms.
    Allison had curled her fingers into his chest when the ringing started again.
    Mick broke from the curse with a harsh exhale.
    “You should probably get that,” Ali said,