Page 6 of Blue Moon Mistress

His hand hovers an inch away from me, and his eyes search mine, not looking down at the skin I’ve exposed.

Maybe I miscalculated.

But just as I go to reach for the straps again, to cover myself and cease offending him, he moves forward. Cupping that same breast, his hand wraps around me, pressing at the small of my back, forcing me to move closer, to press fully against him.

His cock is hard against my stomach.

Sunlight spills in on us, and his teeth gleam as he bears them at me in a smile. “What is on the table?”

Me, with any luck.

“Anything and everything today and tomorrow night.”

He doesn’t look certain. Hand snaking down, he squeezes my ass, pulling my cheeks open. “Anything?”

“Everything.” I reach behind me and take his wrist, guiding his hand down to press his fingers against me. The nightgown between us slides over me with a smoothness that lacks the slickness of lube, but it twists the hot coil in my abdomen tighter.

“What do you want to do to me?” I let go of his wrist, but don’t make him move his hand, and am rewarded with swirling fingers. “How would you take your pleasure?”

With his other thumb still drawing lazy circles around my nipple, Joshua’s gaze drops to my lips and he licks his.

“Joshua,” I say his name, lowly, a ward, or possibly a tightly bound curse. “Are you going to put those lips to better use? Or are you the sort of guy who can’t actually follow through when a woman is willing and waiting?”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not safe to challenge a werewolf?”

“If you were truly a danger to me, you never would have made it over the threshold.”

“There are a hundred different kinds of danger. I’m beginning to think you’re one of them.”

I bite my tongue and try not to laugh.

When he kisses me, it’s like that sunlight streaming through the window is ice cold. Nothing compares to the heat flooding through me.

His hand slides lower still, and I barely register as it fists in the fabric at the hem of my nightgown. With a single tug, he pulls the fabric down, over my hips, and gravity does the rest.

His warm hands trail over my skin, questing about like I belong to him… and for the moment, I suppose I do.

Pressing more deeply into the kiss, I slide my hands up his chest, the soft fabric of his t-shirt skimming beneath my palms. When I reach his thick neck, I dig my fingers into the muscles and silently congratulate myself as he bends against my touch.

Men are malleable. Werewolves don’t always fall into that same category, but they all have their pressure points. And wolves’ are usually food or touch.

He groans as I dig my thumb into a knot and gently pulls back.

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to distract me…”

“Like I said, I want your pleasure.” It’s one of the easiest ways to take my own.

“Keep that up, and I may forget what we’re doing.” He brushes his thumb over my kiss swollen lips. “Did you plan this?”

I know what he means. Did I ensorcel him some way to make him come to me.

“No. I haven’t cast any spell on you yet, and I don’t perform the kind of magic you’re implying. You’re here because you made the decision.” I suck his thumb, swirling my tongue around it before I say. “I didn’t expect to be naked for a werewolf in my kitchen this morning.”

“You need to take me somewhere, or I’m going to fuck you right on this kitchen floor.”

It was tempting… but if I got my way tomorrow night, it would be all hard surfaces.

I wasn’t about to lead him to my bedroom. Sacred spaces weren’t meant for first-time sex. So I take his hand and drag him through the door that leads to my favorite room in the house.

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