Page 134 of Under an Endless Moon

I scoffed a disbelieving sound. “I think you know exactly how good it was.”

That smirk widened. “Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

“You want me to tell you that was the best thing I’ve ever felt? You want to hear me say that every time you walk into Moonflower, I imagine you propping me on the counter and doing the same thing? You want to hear that I wear dresses in the hopes that one day you’ll walk in and push it up over my hips and drop to your knees so you can peel me out of my underwear?”

Lust blazed across his face, though he tried to keep it light. “And I thought you only wore them to torture me.”

“Oh, believe me when I tell you that you’re the one who’s been torturing me.” I slowly slipped off the table. He was still on his knees, and for the first time, I was the one who towered over him.

Naked.

There was a tiny part of me that thought I should go for modesty and slip back into my clothes. Maybe cover the scars on my abdomen and hips that were completely exposed.

But no.

Not this time.

I swayed in front of him as I scratched my fingers through the stubble on his cheek.

Otto groaned.

The sound crawled over me like he was gliding his fingers over my flesh. My stomach twisted in a knot of need.

I wasn’t sure how it was possible after what he’d just done to me, but apparently, I would never get enough of him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “A fucking goddess standing over me. You have any idea, Raven, what seein’ you like this does to me?”

“I hope it’s half of what you do to me.”

His chuckle was raw as he reached out and squeezed my bare hip. “Don’t think you have the first clue. The first clue of what I want to do to you.”

I lifted my chin. “Do it.”

He winced. “You know we aren’t going there.”

I slowly eased down onto my knees in front of him. I didn’t care that I was kneeling on hard concrete.

Those blue eyes flared. A battering of waves on an endless sea.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His words were rough, scraping over me and sending another rush of desire coursing through my center.

Over his shorts, I curled my hand around his cock the best that I could.

He was hard.

So hard and big that a tremor rolled my throat.

It’d been dark earlier, and I hadn’t gotten to take him in the way I’d really wanted to. I wanted to see him the way he’d just seen me.

“Raven,” he warned.

My tongue swept across my bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”

A guttural sound of restraint rolled in his chest. “Think it’s best to leave well enough alone, don’t you?”

“Is it?”

“Think you’re playing with fire.”

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