Page 24 of Fire on the Moon

He lifted his head, but only a fraction as his lips played with hers, thankful that he had brought her to this nicely appointed room and not some cheap motel off the highway.

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Francesca nestled in his arms. He had said they were bonded. Just that simple thought sent prickles of anticipation shimmering across his skin.

“Turn on the light,” she murmured. “I want to see you. I want to see all of you.”

He reached for the lamp on the table beside the bed. The flare of brightness made her blink but only for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she saw he was watching her with the intensity of a wolf that had cornered his prey.

The wolf? Why did she keep coming back to that feral animal?

She should be afraid, but she kept her gaze fixed on him as she sat up, reached for the hem of her tee shirt, and pulled it over her head.

The plain white bra she’d bought this morning wasn’t exactly fuck-me underwear, but the intimacy of revealing so much made her breath catch.

“I thought you might be shy with me,” he said, his tone gritty.

“I thought I might be, too. But I can’t muster any inhibitions.” She tried to sound bold, but she could hear the hint of a quaver in her voice.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she answered when she knew it might be a lie.

He sat up so that he could strip off his own tee shirt. She loved his broad chest. She hadn’t thought chest hair was exciting. It was on him.

Reaching out, she stroked her lips against his shoulder and ran her fingers through that crisp dark chest hair, gratified that his breath caught. It caught again when she glided her fingertips across his nipples.

Pulling her close, he reached for the clasp at the back of her bra and unhooked it. When he’d slipped the straps off her shoulders and tossed the garment to join the others on the floor, she could barely breathe.

“Lord, you are gorgeous,” he murmured before lifting her breasts in his hands. She felt the tips go diamond hard from his touch. As he bent to suck one into his mouth, she cupped her hands around the back of his head.

“That’s so good,” she murmured.

He lifted his mouth away for a moment so he could say, “On this end, too.”

She laughed, and he did also, telling her that they were on the same wavelength.

He went back to his delicious attentions, and she arched into the caress, feeling the passion flaring between them.

She kept her gaze on him as she tugged off her panties. Just removing that last bit of clothing made heat gather in her secret, feminine core.

Her gaze locked to his, and she said, “I want you naked, too.”

“Oh yeah,” he answered, doing as she asked.

He was in her bed, naked and aroused, and she drank her fill of his magnificent body. Heat rose in his face, but he stayed where he was, letting her feast her gaze on him.

“You are like a Greek statue,” she murmured. “Well, except for one thing. I never saw an ancient statue with a hard-on.”

They both laughed again. As the tension broke, he rolled to his side and gathered her to him.

The feel of his skin against hers was glorious. She pressed against him for long moments before drawing back as his hand slipped between them, playing over her breasts. He stroked them, reshaped them to his touch, and then drew small and smaller circles around her nipples, until his fingers slid against the sides of those hardened tips.

She gasped at his knowing touch, then gasped again as his thumbs and fingers closed around the throbbing points of pleasure.

“Oh.”

One of his hands traveled lower, finding all the sensitive places that were responding so willingly to his touch.

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