Page 118 of Moon's Promise

“Let’s play a pretend game.” He swiped his tongue over her bud, sending goose bumps across her skin.

Raising her thighs, she tried to move his head away with her knee. He used his shoulder to block her, then gave a sultry laugh.

“It won’t hurt you to have a little of fun. You act like a stick in the mud.”

“I’m not. I can be a lot of fun.”

“Around your sisters, you do loosen up, but they don’t count. Around everyone else, you come across as someone very serious. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, just making you aware of how others could perceive you.”

Larissa found it hard to take offense to his criticism when his mouth was buried between her thighs.

“You have fun with your boyfriend?”

“Ex,” she corrected him. “Bryer and I dated when I was in college. We spent most of our time studying.”

His hands slid under her bottom to lift her against his mouth. “No sexual games you’ve ever wanted to play?”

“No … I’m not into BDSM, if that’s what you’re getting at—” She moaned when his tongue slid inside of her, only to come out to flick at her clitoris.

“How do you know what you’re into or not without trying it first?”

“I don’t have to eat sauerkraut to know I won’t like it.”

Moon gave a husky laugh. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable doing. I have several games up my sleeve.”

“I bet you do,” she moaned huskily.

“We can take turns playing this game. Then, when you’re more comfortable, we can move on to harder games. I’ll go first.” He parted her cleft to slide his tongue on the underside of her clit.

If her hands weren’t tied, she would have used them to hit him to end the torment he was putting her through.

“Why do you get to go first?”

“You don’t know how to play the game … yet. So, do you want to play?”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

“Depends on how it’s played.”

Moon raised his head from between her thighs. “The first thing I’ll do is give you a word to use when you want me to stop.”

“This is sounding a lot like BDSM.”

When he arched a brow at her, he made her feel like she had somehow disappointed him.

“I thought you said you weren’t a Negative Nancy?”

She gave a sigh of concession. “Fine. My word is—”

“The word is stop.” He didn’t allow her to choose. “I don’t want any confusion about what you want or don’t want.”

His attitude made her feel somewhat better about the game they were about to play.

“Okay.”

“Since you have trouble playing pretend, I’ll teach you how.” Moon scooted himself back down so his face was once again resting between her thighs. “We’re going to pretend that I’ve taken you captive. You want to marry me, but your father has hidden you away. I found you and have begged you to run away with me. You refused. I have taken matters into my own hands and have kidnapped you. I’ve locked you in a tower and been having my wicked ways with you.”

“Wow.” Larissa couldn’t help but laugh. “You really have a good imagination.”

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