Page 56 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes!”
He licks the inside of my ankle, trailing his tongue up mycalf.I squirm beneath him as his lips move slowly up my leg.His tongue glidesalong my thigh and over my ass, gently biting into the cheek.
“Mine.”
Oh, God.The word caresses my ears.He said it with suchconviction, such complete possession, that I want to relinquish myself to himtotally.Fuck the fact that he’s behaving like a possessive prick.In the lightof day, it’s my ultimate deal breaker, but here, now, where it’s just the twoof us?I crave it.I yearn for it.I want to be his.I need him to claim me,body and soul.How does he do this to me?How does he break through my defensesand crush every thought or idea I have about him, about us?How does he make mewantmore?
As his tongue moves up my spine, he slips his finger insideme.With a growl, he stakes his claim again.
“Mine!”
I’m too lost to say or do anything.All I can do is whimper ashis finger moves inside me.
“Ready?”he asks.
“Yes!”
I’ve given in to the fact that he can summon my orgasms ashe pleases.Why fight something so wondrous?He slips another finger inside meand begins a fast and furious ride to ecstasy.
“Now!”
Okay.I clench my muscles, and he withdraws his fingers.Hegrabs my waist, lifts my hips, and is inside me just as I begin to come.
“Oh…God!”
Sinking his fingers into my hips, he whispers my name on agrunt.I collapse on the bed, not having the strength to move.He picks me up,climbs into bed, and places me in the crook of his arm.I moan as I settle inagainst him.I think I’ve definitely made up for calling him an ass earlier.Thank God he didn’t know what I meant.
“Ahh, the sound of a satisfied woman.”
“Mm-hmm.You must hear that a lot.”
“I do okay.”He chuckles.
“I bet.”
“Your sounds are the only ones I want to hear.”
“Only?”
“Can’t you see that you’ve bewitched me, woman?You show upin your little short skirts and dresses, and I want to strangle every man wholooks at you.”
There he goes again.But this time it’s different; thistime, it’s exactly what I want to hear.He’s declared his hold over me, but nowhe’s acknowledging that I have a hold over him as well.
“Oh, Ethan….”He raises a brow and gives me a brilliantsmile.“What?”
“That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.”
“Really?”
“Yes.Since the night we met, you’ve called me Sheriff.”
“I didn’t even realize.”
Maybe it was subconscious.Did I think not calling him byhis given name was making this less personal?Whatever the reason, obviously itdidn’t work.
“Say it again.”
