Page 20 of Under a Wicked Moon
There was a wild flare in his gaze, something beyond his strong will. He placed a palm against her cheek and caressed her.
“My lips are sealed.” He stared, probably doing the same mental gyrations as those going on in her head—of distance and the percentages that he’d go with it if she kissed him.
He leaned in.
Somehow, her heart managed to beat harder. Her skin felt flushed and sweaty.
He pulled away at the last minute to move back and fixate on the opposite wall.
She laughed awkwardly. “Close call.”
“Close call,” he whispered back. “Never forget I’m a monster. It’s truth, Vivi.”
“You’re just you. A survivor among chaos beyond our control.” He had to know she hungered for him.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked hoarsely as he leaned close again. “I’m too weak to resist.”
She nodded.
His fingers slid into her hair. He looked down at her, his face painted in shades of shadows in the dimly lit cell. He stared at her mouth.
At first, it was a touch of his lips to hers. A swipe of his tongue and then another. He probed, seeking something she wanted to give. She opened and took him inside, tasting the richness of him.
God,him.
Her hands climbed to his nape and then his shoulders while she tilted her head to give him the best access possible. She moved astride his lap, straddling his powerful thighs. Before she realized it, her hips had taken up a rhythm of their own.
He cupped one of her breasts, teasing the sensitive bud. She broke away to cry out as she rubbed her center against him. She was lost. No more fighting this.
…
He tried to pry his eyes off her but couldn’t.
As elated as he was to have these moments with her, he felt hollowed out. This might be the last time he saw her. A few more sessions inthe roommight be his end. Or hers. He wasn’t sure he’d make it another month. His strength slipped a little more each day, along with all hope of escape.
She touched his jaw and searched his eyes. Her eyelids lowered, and with lips closed, she leaned in to press her mouth to his. A small moan came from her that had him harder than hethought possible.
He pulled away. “We’re being manipulated into this and into being dependent on each other. I wonder why, but I won’t force you or us into anything.”
“They’ve taken choice from us, true. They’ve done some whacked shit to control us, yes. But know that I choose this. I cherish you giving me a choice.”
“We don’t know if what’s here between us is real or manufactured by the circumstance.”
“Feelings are built from mutual experiences. No one can erase what’s been done to us in here. No one outside, if we get out, can understand this level of loneliness or the state of constant uncertainty.”
“Whenwe get out. Not if.”
“When.” A shadow of a smile fixed her lips. “You were staring earlier. Admit it.”
Oh, sweet Jesus.
He was in so much trouble. Holding back every alpha, demanding, attentive, and relentless instinct to show her how addictive the two of them touching actually could be had hurt in the past. But now? Now craving turned into obsession.
This was headed somewhere that was a bad idea.
He said, “You were staring, too.”
“Not denying it.” She tipped up to kiss the nape of his neck.
