Page 174 of Under an Endless Moon

My eyes squeezed closed on the trust she kept trying to impart on me that I couldn’t receive, and I swallowed some of it back, the agony that kept wanting to rise to the surface, and changed the subject.

“Is that what you did tonight? Fought for me? Drawing that line in the sand?”

She settled her head back on my chest, the words wisps. “I was fighting forus. Fighting for what I deserved. For what you deserved.”

“Can’t say I’m mad that you did.”

“Oh, you’d better not be mad. If you were, you’re not going to get any more of this.” She squirmed against me, her skin slick with water.

I choked over a groan that became a laugh, and I hugged her against me. “That so? Now which of us would be paying the price?”

Could feel the heat race across her flesh. “Okay, fine, you’re goingto get all of this. All the time. Whenever you want it. I’ll just have to find a different way to punish you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Definitely.” A tease scampered all over her stunning face.

“Does it make me a masochist that I really want to find out what that means?” I needled, wanting to know how far she might take it. “Time out? A spankin’?”

I wagged my brows at her.

She giggled, and God, I loved the sound of it. Fingertips swept along my jaw as those dark eyes danced. “I think you might like that too much, Otto Hudson.”

“You can rest assured I like it any time that you’re touchin’ me.”

“Like this?” she asked. She slid her hand down my stomach until she was gripping my cock.

A thunderbolt of pleasure struck me.

“Fuck, Raven,” I groaned, caught off guard, taken by surprise, the girl so fuckin’ bold, I had no idea how we hadn’t ended up here years ago.

But I guessed when she’d claimed she was ready to stretch her wings, she meant it.

“That’s a really good start,” I told her, words going jagged as she began to stroke me.

One touch, and she had me so hard it was painful. Dick thickening in a fit of desire.

Seemed now that I’d had her, I was never going to get enough.

Raven shifted, and she tossed a leg over me to straddle me at the waist.

The woman a vision beneath the hazy rays of light that filled the bathroom. Rivulets of water glided down her flesh, that shock of black hair a tangle, the ends dripping wet as she drove me to madness with that wicked little hand.

My hands flew to her waist. “What do you think you’re doing, darlin’?”

There was no timidity in her when she raked her teeth over her bottom lip. “Taking this fantasy. Seducing you.”

My chuckle was a scrape of greed, and I sat up and took a fistful of her hair, words shifting to a deep, guttural awe. “You can go ahead and tick that box, Little Moonflower. Call me seduced. Never gonna break the spell you have me under.”

Then I stood with her in my arms, stepping out of the bathtub, both of us dripping wet, and I carried her to my bed.

FORTY-SEVEN

RAVEN

EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

Haddie hadRaven by the hand as she hauled her down the sidewalk toward the house that was lit up like a stage.

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