Page 56 of Under a Wicked Moon
Her fingers traced the edge of his pants, moving them until his dick slipped past the waistband. Her hand found his length. With a small smile she said, “Take your shirt off.”
When he complied, she leaned forward and planted small kisses across his collarbone and down to his pecs. Her mouth closed around a nipple, and she flicked her tongue across it.
“Hell,” he muttered as he reached out to caress one of her breasts. He’d never been one to think much of his own nipples, but having Vivi kiss them made him harder.
“I wanted to do that for a long time. You keep wearing these tight shirts,” she whispered as if speaking to herself. He liked that she took what she wanted.
She slid down his body, raining kisses over his skin, and then her mouth hovered over his exposed tip. He held his breath, hoping he’d get to feel her mouth on him.
A tug on his pants and he helped her take them off to shuck them in the abandoned-clothes pile. He didn’t want to forget this moment with Vivi kneeling between his legs, wetting her lips and staring up as if he was the only thing she’d ever wanted.
Her tongue swirled around the head, creating a dizzying effect. The pump of her hand. The wetness of her mouth. The sway of her breasts against his thighs.
Everything brought him closer to the edge. But this wasn’t how he wanted to come the first time with her. Not with him in her mouth.
He pulled her away to force eye contact. “I want to be inside you.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t have much time to reply before he scooped her into his arms and lay her on the bed. “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded.
Slowly he eased into her, inch by inch. An invasion. A surrender that came in sighs. Once more and he was in deep.
“You okay?” he whispered, desperate not to hurt her. Desperate to confirm she wanted this. That it was her choice.
“Yes. It’s amazing. Move.”
At first, he moved slowly, but she angled her hips up and locked her legs behind him to get as deep as possible. He found the spot, the one that made her body tense up and release an “Oh.” That’s where he focused until she was trembling around him with her release. Only then did he give in and come.
Every time she groaned and tightened around him, she owned a bigger piece of him. Even if he ended up with someone else someday—or much more likely, she would—there was a place carved out inside of him just for her. She felt like his. And for right now, she was.
After they both came, exhausted, they lay their heads on one pillow, twisting their hands together between their chests. He waited until she fell asleep.
I’ll be forced to walk away.Or we’ll be ripped apart by forces much larger than ourselves.
Chapter Twenty-One
Vivi wondered if he liked tea or coffee. She stared at the kettle she’d set on the stove, heating water.
Was Ky a breakfast eater?
How would he look the morning after in daylight?
She turned, sensing his presence.
He filled the entryway of the small kitchen space. She’d never forget how he looked right now with the messy fall of his dirty-blond hair pushed behind an ear as it dried from a shower. His fresh shave showed off the angles of his chin and straight nose. The skin of his neck was strong down to where it met the scooped edge of the T-shirt. She remembered how he looked last night—raw, undone, and wild.
“Do you like tea or coffee?” She retied the knot of the terrycloth robe she’d found at the bottom of the closet.
“Whichever one you’re making, I’ll have.” His lips curled into a smile.
Oh my. If he smiled more often, its magnetism could steal any living heart.
“Want me to make breakfast?” he asked.
“If you want something not out of a tin, then that’s probably smartest.”
He moved close to slide his hands over the robe across her shoulders. He caressed her ass.
