Page 74 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“What’s wrong?”
“I want nothing more than to take you home and make love toyou… all… night.”
Best thing I’ve heard tonight.I curl my arms around hisneck and nuzzle his cheek.
“Why don’t you?”
“I have to make a speech.”
A speech?I realize I have no idea what tonight is about.The man has had me distracted all night.
“What is all this for?”
“Burton is raising money for his re-election campaign.”
“You’re a donor?”
“I supported his last campaign.It helps to have the mayor inyour corner when you run for sheriff.”
I stare down at him, utterly mesmerized by his beauty.Itmakes me curious.
“How many of those women have you slept with?”
“What women?”
“Back there.All the women who’ve been giving me the evileye all night.”
His brow furrows in concern, and he clenches his jaw.“Who’sbeen doing that?”
“Answer the question.”
“Zero.”
“Why?”I ask.
“Why haven’t I slept with them?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I didn’t want to.”
Simple enough—he didn’t want to.But why?Some of thosewomen are gorgeous.I should just leave it alone.He’s with me.
“Let me hear your speech.”
“I didn’t write one.”
“So you’re just gonna get up there and speak off the top ofyour head?”
“Absolutely.But first, I need some inspiration.”
He stands, lifting me with him, and walks to the column inthe far corner.This one is shrouded in darkness, facing the woods.He sets meon my feet, my back against the column.
“What are you doing?”
“Paying my debt.”
He brushes his lips against mine, and all logical thoughtsleave my mind.My clutch falls from my fingers, and I slide my palms under hisjacket and up his chest.His hand slips beneath my dress, four fingers massagingmy clit.As his tongue passes my lips, his free hand cups my breast.
