Page 12 of Moon's Promise

Tightening her hand on the doorknob, she prepared to sling the door open and take off running in a ten-second dash.

“Fuck it. Just turn the light on, and I’ll do it myself.”

As she turned the knob, she heard voices outside coming from whoever was in the hallway. The low timber of two males’ voices and a woman’s plaintive cries of sexual ecstasy had Larissa wanting to melt in embarrassment.

“Are you going to turn the light on or not?”

There was no way she was going to step into that hallway, nor was there any way she was going to turn any lights on either.

Left with the only option available to her, she followed the sound of his voice, moving toward where she hoped he was. She bumped into what she assumed was his bed and ran her hand over the cover until her fingers felt denim and what she thought might be the hardness of his knee. Swallowing hard, all the while telling herself she was out of her ever-loving mind, she ran her hand down his denim-covered leg until she felt leather. She cupped her hand under the hard sole, then used her other hand to wrap around the back of the boot to pull it off. The boot slid off easily. Relieved, she searched blindly in the dark for his other leg. Her hand landed on a hard, muscled thigh underneath his jeans. Shakily, she slid her hand down his leg to find the boot.

“Hurry up, Ember. My feet are freezing. I should have worn thicker socks.”

Desperate to get out of the room, she removed the boot then started to heave herself to her feet so she could make her escape. Surely, the couple across the hall would be finished.

As she started to straighten, the man wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck.

Bent over, she was so close to him that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.

“Thanks. My feet are so cold I couldn’t get them off.”

She grew concerned despite wanting to get out of there, and her healing instinct wouldn’t let her abandon him without making sure he was okay.

Going back to her knees, she found one of his feet. Whoever he was, he wasn’t exaggerating. The sock was damp and freezing. Removing the sock, she searched for his other foot and removed that sock, too, then tucked a chilled foot between her thighs to warm it while she started massaging the chilled flesh of the other.

His hand tightened on her neck before she felt his fingers comb through her long strands.

“My bad, Echo. I thought you were Ember. You should have said something.”

Remaining silent, she switched his feet out, rubbing the one which was between her thighs until she felt the warmth returning to the clammy skin.

“Is that why you’re giving me the silent treatment?”

Drop his foot and get the hell of here before he finds out I’m not either of these women, she told herself frantically.

“How about I make it up to you?” His voice turned into a seductive timber that grabbed her by her ovaries, holding her still. The hand on her neck pulled her closer until his parted lips were pressing against hers. The tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip, sending her into a tailspin of desire she had never experienced before.

“Baby, how do you want me to warm you up?”

CHAPTER FOUR

What in the fuck was he doing? The last thing he wanted was company tonight. He hadn’t needed Echo to rub his feet. Who was he kidding? If he hadn’t wanted company, he would have shut his door. Any plan of sending her away ended when she dropped to her knees. He’d always been a sucker for a woman who would do anything to please him.

He had never asked for a foot rub before, but damn, from the way his dick was aching, he’d been missing out. Who knew his foot had an erogenous zone?

Changing his mind about having company, Moon pulled Echo onto his lap. Covering her mouth with his, he lay back and, with a twist of his hips, rolled them over until she was under him.

There was something different about the way Echo was kissing him tonight, but he couldn’t place what it was. He had fucked her numerous times, yet he had only kissed her maybe three or four. That was normal for most of the women he fucked. Usually, his mouth had better areas he preferred to explore and give pleasure to.

About to cut the kiss short and take her top off, Moon found himself delving deeper into her mouth at the unexpected, lush taste of her. It was the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. What made it more confusing was that he had kissed Echo before, and he would have certainly remembered these sensations if he had experienced it with her then.

Lifting his head, he took a deep breath, filling his oxygen-deprived lungs. “Damn, woman, you nearly sucked my soul out with that kiss.” Moon lowered his mouth back to hers. “Do it again.”

Sliding his hands under her top, he moved up her ribcage then went around to her back to find the snap of her bra. Unhooking it with experienced fingers, Moon slid his hands downward to cup her ass, raising her pelvis flush to his.

A groan of satisfaction escaped him as he rubbed his crotch against hers.

“We’re going to lose these jeans.” Moon raised himself off Echo’s sublime body to unzip her jeans before tugging them and her panties down in one quick movement. Removing a condom from his back pocket before unbuttoning his jeans, he shoved them off his hips. Then, kicking them off, he reached out a searching hand in the dark to find the heated warmth he knew would be waiting for his touch. “Then I’m going to fuck you like there is no tomorrow.”

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