Page 43 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

I ran my gaze over his sculpted torso, taking my time admiring each line and divot carved from flesh. My teeth sank into my lower lip of their own accord as I followed the trail of dark hair and arrived at the particular body part I couldn’t wait to get my hands on.Damn.

“Eyes are up here, sweetheart.” His mouth lifted in the smirk that’d infuriated me more than once.

Not today, though. Today it solicited desire-laced heat and overpowering palpitations. The sunlit waterfall created a disco-ball effect that highlighted Conall in intervals, playing off the planes of his face, his muscles, and his skin.

Grasping hold of the boldness that’d landed me in this town, on that Ferris wheel, and in this cave with this man, I lifted my chin and locked eyes with him. Then I strode closer, experiencing a surge of power as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his brawny throat.

I trailed my fingers over his shoulders and across his collarbone, similar to the way he’d once done to me, and now I got the allure. I pressed my palm to the center of his chest, feeling the thump of his heart, beating away as fast as mine. “What’s it like? Shifting from a human to a wolf? Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore,” he said, his voice raspy. “As pups we can only shift during the week of the full moon. Around adolescence come the more intense, painful shifts as we gain the ability to change at will, but our bodies quickly adapt and get better and faster.”

“That’s interesting that the moon only factors into it when you’re young.”

“Actually,” he said, “the pull of the moon is always there. The fuller it gets, the more amplified it becomes. Just like our emotions. Joy, sorrow, irritation, elation.” Conall slid his arm around my lower back, yanking me to him and wedging one of his massive thighs between both of mine. His growing erection pressed against my lower abdomen, and he licked a heated trail along my jaw, to the spot just beneath my ear. “Desire.”

A delicious, hazy sensation overtook me, and I decided to go all in on the delirium and taunt the beast at the same time.

I rubbed myself against his hard length, the needy spot between my thighs instantly demanding more. “Isn’t there a full moon tomorrow?” I rolled my hips, pushing harder, and he groaned, his warm breath hitting my neck and eliciting a shiver.

“There is.” Conall lowered his lips to mine, resting but not kissing, his tongue flicking out as he asked, “Do you trust me?”

Not what I was expecting. I blinked up at him, and while a dozen sarcastic responses flitted through my brain, this wasn’t a joking moment. I could see the sincerity swimming in the depths of his eyes, a raw honesty he didn’t usually show. “Implicitly.”

He walked us closer to the edge of the rock outcropping and pivoted me outward— the opposite of the direction I’d expected and yearned for. But he’d asked me to trust him, and I did. “This is the best way I can describe what shifting’s like for me now. It’s more of a show and tell. I’m going to swing you outward, and I want you to extend your fingers and touch the waterfall. I’ve got you, I swear.”

You’re gonna do what now?

My protest faded into oblivion as Conall’s cock nudged the crease of my ass. He palmed one of my breasts and squeezed. “It’s like being aware of every sensation, every cell in your body, every nerve ending.”

Rapture replaced my misgivings about his plan when he pinched my nipple through the lace.

“And suddenly...” He sent me soaring through the air, spinning me as though we were in the middle of a complicated ballroom dance.

My body turned weightless, and I stretched out my fingers. My stomach drifted up, high fiving my heart as I plunged my hand into the cold water.

In the next instant, I was back in Conall’s arms, my chest mashed up against his. As I came down from the free-fall, my center of gravity tethered myself to his body, his breaths, his rapid pulse.

“Whoa,” I said.

Satisfaction merged with the passion written across his face. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it feels like. A pinch of fear before exhilaration takes over and you find yourself clicking into place, as if it were always what you were meant to be.” Vaguely I realized I was being propelled backward. “It’s the same type of thrill I get whenever I’m with you.”

My back hit the wall, and I’d never been so happy to be between a rock and a hard man. His lips recaptured mine, his kiss brutal and life-giving. He boosted me in his arms, groaning as my center hit his thickness. The light scrape of stone resulted in a potent combination of pleasure and pain that drove me that much higher.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, securing us tighter together.

At his low growl of pleasure, I arched against him. God, he felt as good as he looked, the friction enough to leave me panting. I couldn’t believe how close I already was to the edge, a testament to just how good Conall was with his mouth and tongue.

He slipped his hand between us and hooked a finger in the tiny string that held up my underwear. “Tell me you wore these for me. That you wanted me to see you in your matching bra and panties.”

“Who’s giving away my secrets?”

“The internet,” he said, moving to suck on my neck. “I saw a meme that said if a woman’s wearing matching underwear, thenshe’sthe one who decided to have sex.”

“I did,” I whispered, sliding one of my bra straps down my shoulder. “I wore them just for you. I’ve been wearing lacy underwear every day, hoping it’d be the day you returned, and that we’d end up like this.”

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and his fingers inched lower, a mere whisper away from the pulsating bundle of nerves that craved his touch.

I braced my hands on his shoulders and dragged my nose across his whiskered cheek. “You warned me I might get a little wet, but my panties are soaked completely through, and it’s all your fault.”

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