Page 25 of Fire on the Moon

She felt herself tremble as his fingers slid over her belly, tangled in the curly hair at the juncture of her legs, then slipped lower into the warm folds of her feminine flesh.

She lifted her hips, wordlessly telling him that she wanted more.

He raised up on one elbow, his hot gaze burning into hers.

“Please, don’t make me wait.”

But he did make her wait while he pushed her higher and higher until she knew she was almost at the breaking point.

He knew it too, because he covered her body with his. When his cock filled her, she was lost to everything but the wonder of the moment.

She took him deeply into herself, embracing the knowledge that their joining was so much more than physical pleasure.

When he stilled, her fingers dug into his buttocks. “Please.”

He looked down at her for a long moment as though committing this joining to memory. Then he began to move, and she knew he was trying to keep his movements slow. She clung to him, raising her hips, following his rhythm as she felt small tremors shake her. They built to earthquake proportions, exploding through her in a shower of pleasure. Her climax sent his hips pumping, and moments later she heard his shout of satisfaction.

They were both slick with sweat when he rolled to his side, kissing her, keeping his arms around her. She snuggled against him, marveling at how content, how complete she felt.

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Zane didn’t have to ask, “Was it good for you?”

He knew it was because of the way she cuddled into him, limp and satisfied.

He wanted to turn off his brain and sink into sleep holding her in his arms. But too many thoughts were vying for attention in his mind.

They were on the run from professional killers, and he had let his guard slip. If the men who had been after them had come through the door a few moments ago, he wouldn’t have been able to do much about it.

He cursed himself, and she must have sensed his change of mood.

“What?”

“I rushed you into making love, and I should be trying to figure out why you’re in danger.”

She gave him an indignant look. “You didn’t rush me into anything. I made it damn near impossible for you to do anything else.”

“Why?”

She kept her gaze on him. “You said we had bonded. I wanted to know if it was true.”

“Was it?”

“Yes.” She looked away. “And that kind of scares me.”

“Yeah.”

“It scares you, too?”

“Yes, because it’s only going to happen to me once.”

Her breath caught.

“And that means guarding you has become the most important thing in the world. Now I know I need to keep my head screwed on straight.” He clenched his hands at his sides. “I wasn’t acting much like a bodyguard just now.”

“I pushed you.”

“I let myself be pushed. It won’t happen again.”

She made a small sound that tore at him. “Let’s hope that’s not true. It would be a shame to be bonded with a man who was only going to make love to me once.”

“You know what I mean. I want you out of danger first.”

There were a lot more things he wanted to say, but he knew he couldn’t. Maybe if he told her she’d just made love with a werewolf that would change her perspective. But he wasn’t willing to risk revealing that piece of information. What if he told her, and he lost her?

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