Page 19 of Hollow Moon

“Why are you still lying next to me?” he asked

“Because I want to.”

She moved closer, laying her head back on his shoulder as she stroked her hand across his chest, making his nipples bead. He’d brought her to climax not so long ago, and touching her had aroused him powerfully. He’d cooled himself down. Suddenly he was back where he’d been a half hour earlier. Hot as hell and hard as an iron bar.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“You’re turning me on.”

She laughed. “I can see.”

He had been caught in the grip of a hallucination a while ago. Now he was entirely himself. Or was he? Something was happening between them—something he couldn’t name.

He wanted this woman more than any female he had ever wanted in his life. And whatever his strong feelings meant, it seemed that she shared them.

Their eyes locked as he rolled toward her and eased her to her back. That silent exchange was like electricity crackling between them. With a growl deep in his throat, he leaned down to cover her mouth with his.

Heat leaped inside his body, and he felt her make a small gasping sound as though his arousal had been transmitted directly from him to her.

“Lord,” she whispered. “I can feel that.”

“What, exactly?”

“Something between us I never imagined was possible.”

“Uh huh,” he answered, speaking against her mouth. He had never imagined this.

He had turned her on—turned both of them on not long ago. Now just his lips on hers were sending flames through his being. But he wasn’t going to rush this. It was too good to rush.

He raised his head, staring down at her.

She slipped away from him, and he felt an awful hollow open in his chest when he thought she had changed her mind.

But she was only sitting up so she could pull her shirt over her head and unhook her bra. She kept her gaze on him as she tossed both garments to the side of the sleeping bag.

His breath caught as he looked at her. Her breasts were not large, but he loved their rounded shape and the way her nipples stood to attention.

“You are lovely.”

“You make me feel that way.”

He sat up and reached out, cupping both breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and their softness. In his sex magic fantasy he had been too frantic to fully enjoy what he was doing. Now he caressed her, finding her nipples with his thumbs, playing across them, drawing a moan from her.

He pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside so that he could take her in his arms, moving her breasts against his naked chest.

The way her nipples stroked his skin was exquisite.

She tugged at her jeans, pulling them down along with her panties and sending them to join the rest of her clothing.

Naked, she lay down again, spreading herself before him like an offering. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her creamy skin, her rosy nipples, the curve of her hip, the thatch of hair at the juncture of her legs. Some women shaved there. He had never understood what they liked about it.

Reaching out, he winnowed his fingers through that crinkly thatch, drawing a satisfied sigh from her.

“I want to see you,” she whispered.

“You already did.”

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