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Kiss of Midnight
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length of him, could feel the sheer size and strength of his shaft, even through the barrier of their clothes. A flood of moist heat surged between her legs at the thought of taking him inside of her. “This is why I came here tonight.” Lucan’s voice rumbled beside her ear. “Do you understand, Gabrielle? I want you.” The feeling was more than mutual. Gabrielle moaned, her body writhing against his with a heat she had no power to control. This wasn’t happening, not really. It had to be another crazy dream, like the one she’d had after the first time she met him. She wasn’t actually standing in her kitchen with Lucan Thorne, letting this man she hardly knew beyond his name seduce her. She was dreaming—had to be—and before long she was going to wake up on her sofa, alone as usual, with her glass of red wine dumped on the carpet and her dinner burning in the oven. But not yet. Oh, God, please . . . not yet. Feeling him stroke her skin, burning under the skill of his tongue, was better than any dream, even the delicious one she’d had of him before, if that could be possible. “Gabrielle,” he whispered. “Tell me you want this, too.” “Yes.” She felt his hand working between them, urgent tugging, his breath hot against her neck. “Feel me, Gabrielle. Know how badly I need you.” His fingers were light on hers, guiding her to where his stiff erection protruded, freed from its confines. Gabrielle wrapped her hand around him and gave the velvety shaft a slow, admiring stroke. He was large here as everywhere,