Page 120 of Moon's Promise

Gasping at the sensations, she tried to tell herself it was make believe, but the arrogant expression on his face and muscled body could have easily been a replica from the past without clothes to show what time period he had been born into.

Each stroke of his cock had her thighs tightening on his hips. She was almost there … she could feel the tension rising. The small orgasms he had given her had only been a small relief, only to bring the desire to come achingly back stronger than before.

Moon didn’t even appear affected, whereas she felt as if she would explode any second. The only sign he was human was a lone bead of sweat on his temple.

She was caught off guard when he suddenly raised his head and saw she was studying him.

“Stop.”

Moon immediately stopped moving inside of her. “What’s wrong?”

“Untie my hands.”

His hands went under her to untangle her hands.

Once she felt her hands loosened, she pulled them free and shimmied her hips until Moon’s cock slipped out.

With a grunt, he moved to the side to stare at her openmouthed. From his expression, Larissa assumed it was the first time a woman had stopped him when they were in the middle of having sex.

“What did I do that you didn’t like?”

Twisting the T-shirt until her breasts were once again covered, she jumped out of bed to face him. She didn’t trust herself enough to stay in the bed with him. She had proven herself weak twice where he was concerned.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she told him.

“Then I don’t understand? Were you worried about the baby?” he asked, clearly confused.

“No.” Running a hand through her tangled hair, she tried to explain why she had stopped him in a way that would make sense.

“You were into it.”

Larissa nodded. “That was the problem—I was the only one enjoying it. I thought you were enjoying it, too … but you weren’t, were you?”

She could see the conflicting emotions on his face, and hurt filled her. She was just another lay to him.

Closing her eyes tightly, Larissa blamed herself. What had she been thinking? He had just been making the best of a bad situation.

“I’m going to get dressed. You can drive me to the hotel.”

Naked, Moon got of the bed to stalk toward her until her back was pressed against the wall behind her. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he pinned her in place. “There were parts I enjoyed.” He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip suggestively.

Outraged, she tried to shove his barring arm away. “So, there were parts you didn’t?”

His eyes became mischievous. “It was a different type of enjoyment. I’m not really a fan of the missionary position.”

Staring at him speechlessly, she didn’t know what to say.

“I also prefer a more vigorous way of fucking.”

“When we had sex at the clubhouse, it wasn’t really vigorous.”

“I was tired. I had walked from the bar to the club.”

“Oh …” she mumbled embarrassedly. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Take me to the hotel—”

Moon clicked his tongue at her. “I see how you are. Instead of satisfying me, you’d rather cut and run.”

Indignation overrode her embarrassment. “You just practically said I wasn’t pleasing you. I don’t know what you expect me to do!”

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