Page 41 of Blue Moon Mistress

“I don’t know…” I pretend to look at my watch. “I did just get up.”

He tries to pout, but the effect is ruined when he can’t hold back a chuckle. “I guess I’ll just have to find a way to exhaust you.”

He pulls me to him, arm hooked around my waist, lifting me off the ground so he doesn’t have to bend to take my lips.

“I want to know everything you like, Scarlette.”

“This is pretty nice.”

“Only nice?” The lilt in his voice, the laugh… I could get used to this.

“There’s nothing wrong with that word.”

“But it’s not divine or delicious, or life-changing.”

“It’s going to have to be a much stronger kiss than that, wolf man.”

“Issuing a challenge like that is libel to end up with you on your back.”

“You say that like you think I’ll mind.”

His lips twitch with a smile he tries to not show and he watches me for a moment before saying. “I’ve changed my mind. You get to earn it now.”

I don’t tell him I know how easy it would be to do just that, because he takes me to the green velvet loveseat in my living room and sits down so I’m straddling him.

“What price are you going to ask for?”

“That is a good question. How about we start with something simple and see how long it takes to get there?”

“Simple?” I pretend not to understand, settling myself lower on him.

Like this, my skirt gets in the way, between it and the slacks, and whatever he might have underneath, there’s too many barriers.

“I think you should kiss me.”

“Do you?” I lick my lips, not meaning to give myself away, “I suppose that would be a good starting point…”

Hand tracing up my spine, his fingers tangle in my hair. “You’re going to have to come closer.”

I’d pretend I didn’t know what he wanted, but I want it too.

I don’t get to kiss him. He drags me forward and takes my mouth as if he’s been hungry for it since I left them on Sunday.

His lips are ridiculously soft and I melt into him, desire fluttering through me the way it always does with them.

“Thomas?” I whisper his name against his lips, but he doesn’t let me move even a centimeter away.

He coaxes open my lips with his wicked tongue, and as soon as I part my lips to him, he surges in, hand at the back of my head, his other on the base of my spine, he pulls me even closer to him, like he doesn’t want any space between us. And I have to chuckle.

“Are you laughing at me?” He pulls back and drags his thumb across my lip. “That doesn’t sound very sexy.”

“I just find it amusing,” I lick the tip of his finger, “That you’re doing everything I want you to, and I haven’t had to ask for anything.

“Everything?” His gaze travels down. “And what if I want to do something new?”

“I’m sure I’ll like it too.”

“I think… You should wear more blouses,” he says, hands trailing up my stomach to push my shirt over my breasts. “Buttons mean better access means more fun for you.”

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