Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh

matured,
    those meetings had become even more heated,
    then explosive, until it had finally flamed out of
    control.
    Until he had stood on the other side of the table
    at an airport that had nearly been deserted, for once,
    chance working in the favor of the travelers to
    provide the majority with accommodations in the
    nearby hotels. Unfortunately she hadn’t been part of
    the majority.
    “Stranded, Cami?” he repeated the question,
    his gaze somber but lit with an inner glow of hunger.
    That glow had been there since the summer she had
    turned eighteen and slipped out to a street dance in
    Denver the night she and her aunt had stayed over.
    It was there between them, like a live current,
    pulsing beneath their flesh. He kissed her that night
    and nothing had been the same since.
    “Yes,” she whispered, breathless. She was
    always breathless around him. Always filled with
    anticipation and need.
    He held out his hand.
    A strong, broad palm, his fingers looking
    powerful, capable, and God help her all she could
    think about was how it would feel if they were stroking
    between her thighs, parting the lips of her pussy,
    rimming the juice-saturated slit of her entrance.
    The need for it was so strong, so striking, she
    was forced to press her thighs together, wishing there
    was some way to ease the sudden, unbidden
    throbbing of her clit.
    But nothing could have kept her from taking his
    hand and letting him pull her from the hard plastic
    stool she had been sitting on.
    Their gazes locked, hunger rushing through her
    body, the need to touch him clamoring through her
    senses. The feel of his palm, calloused and warm
    surrounding hers, sent a spike of sensation shooting
    straight to her womb.
    A sensitivity she had never felt before, a need,
    rose inside her, dark and so sexual, so overriding
    she could barely keep from begging him to take her
    at that moment.
    “Such hungry eyes,” he whispered. “Every year
    they’re darker, more mysterious, and always filled
    with that hunger. Tell me, Cami, how much darker
    and hungrier could they get?”
    Like a switch flipping on, a breaker sending
    electricity surging through her body, Cami felt the
    arousal heightening uncontrollably.
    She could barely breathe. Getting enough
    oxygen simply wasn’t going to happen. She had
    waited so long for the intensity of the hunger she saw
    in his eyes now. She had endured three years, three
    hard kisses that had grown in intensity. The
    awareness that his control was stronger than his
    need for her, and the knowledge that her body
    refused to accept any other man.
    “Have you made me wait long enough?” she
    asked him then, realizing in that moment the
    delicate dance they had been weaving with each
    other since the summer she turned eighteen was
    now beginning to whirl out of control.
    His gaze slid slowly to her lips as he took a
    single step to her. As he held her hand with one of
    his, the other slid into her hair, all the while his eyes
    holding hers captive, mesmerizing her, drawing her
    into a vortex of sensation that laid waste to any
    objections she could have thought of. Not that she
    had intentions of thinking of any.
    His head lowered as he cupped her cheek, held
    her still, then brushed his lips over hers.
    She was a virgin, but she wasn’t completely
    ignorant of her own body, her needs, or the arousal
    that just the thought of Rafe could inspire inside her.
    There, in the middle of a nearly deserted coffee
    shop, his lips slowly pressed against hers, his
    tongue parting her lips licking against them. He
    must have dropped the duffel bag, because she felt
    his arm curve around her hips and pull her closer as
    the kiss began to deepen.
    It was exploratory and knowing. It was rife with
    demand and acquisition. Rafer demanded and
    Cami had no choice but to submit. The effect he had
    on her wouldn’t have allowed her to turn away. The
    pleasure he gave her, the heat that rushed through
    her senses and swept over her body,