Page 95 of Under an Endless Moon

He was only in his underwear, the same way I’d found out he usually slept.

Heat blazed where our skin brushed, and my stomach flip-flopped in a rush of nerves and anticipation.

“I don’t want to take advantage of that,” he argued in that low, gruff voice.

My scoff was shaky. “How could it be taking advantage when I’m begging you? When it’s the one thing I’ve wanted? Don’t deny me that when you know you want to give it to me.”

I put as much daring into it as I could muster. I wanted to find my inner strength. To flirt and tease and play like I did during the day.

Seduce him.

I wasn’t quite sure how to do it in a situation like this. Not when he’d just found out this evening that I had zero experience. That I’d devolved into a panic attack any time I’d ever tried with someone else in the past.

But I also didn’t want him to treat me like glass.

Fragile.

Something fractured and broken.

Because I was stretching my wings. Getting ready to fly. And I wanted Otto Hudson to make me soar.

I yelped when he suddenly shifted onto his back. He took me with him, bringing me up so I was straddling him.

Igasped when I realized I was seated on his thick, long shaft. My core pulsed with need, and my hands shot out to the hard, rippling planes of his chest for support.

“Oh God,” I whimpered as I struggled to make sense of the change in position.

“Haven’t even touched you yet, darlin’, and you’re already gasping.”

I guessed he’d given in because there was little reservation that remained in his eyes as he peered up at me. Blue pools gleamed with desire as he coasted both hands up to grip me around the waist.

“It’s not going to take much,” I told him.

His brow arched in speculation.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long, long time,” I admitted on a tremorous breath.

His tongue stroked out to wet his bottom lip. “Exactly what have you been dreamin’ of?”

“You. Just you. You and…everything. You are the face of every hero in my books.”

A growl rolled through him, the man pure beast where he lay on his back. Face carved in ferocity, two-day old stubble covering the harsh set of his jaw. Though his eyes and lips were soft, at odds with the rough edges of the rest of him.

My burly bear.

For a moment, I worried I might be hallucinating.

Because could this really be happening?

I’d better not wake up and find out I was dreaming. I had half a mind to grab my phone and snap a pic for proof. Maybe send it over to my bestie for confirmation.

“You been fantasizing about me, Moonflower?” he gruffed.

Lust billowed in the air, and his hands ran lower, gliding down over both my hips as he slowly rocked me against him.

His cock jerked where we were connected, and licks of pleasure lit up between my thighs.

The achy need inside me grew heavy, and my mouth went dry.

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