Page 46 of Bad Moon Rising
“What? I didn’t catch that. We had our little kiss moment. It was…” She did a mind-blown hand sign next to her temples similar to Flynn’s on the plane. “Pretty sure I felt the mega-boner pressing into my thigh, which means you felt it, too.”
Mega-boner?
He dragged a hand over his face as his gaze dipped to her chest. The sweater and jeans he’d found for her at a store on the way to the airport earlier were functional but unworthy of her. He hadn’t forgotten what she looked like in the club outfit.
“Moon madness,” he repeated. He swallowed hard. Based on the way her eyes widened with realization, he must’ve conveyed exactly how much attraction there was from his end. So much it scared him. “I have to be stronger than this.”
“What’s moon madness? Please tell me it’s not a cliché werewolf thing about the moon and sex.”
“Pretty much.”
“You’re kidding.” Her smile faded. “You’re not kidding. When’s the next full moon?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“You’re saying none of what we feel is real? We just want to bone so hard it hurts because of the moon phase? Roman, tell me it’s more. That’s just…disappointing.”
The way she said his name sent chills down his spine. “I take a serum to suppress it.”
Her eyebrows popped upward. “Well, it’s not working well for you.”
“What happened in my flat was nothing compared to moon madness.”
“You just blamed it on moon madness. Now you’re not blaming it on the moon? Admit there’s something here that’s real. Do we feel like this because we’re the same species? Do all of us just want to have sex all the time with each other?”
Dying again. Softly, he said, “I’ve never spent much time with someone like you, so I’m not sure.”
“You admit there’s something between us, something more than an order from your king.”
“I didn’t say that. He’s also not my king.”
“Sure sounded like you did.” She was all geared up to fight, but with her flushed cheeks, she wanted him to kiss her and push this until they were naked. Oh man, did he want that, too.
Nope.Control.
He shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest, more to keep himself from reaching for her than being upset.
Her lips snapped shut, but she seemed to struggle against smiling.
“Uh-huh.” She burst out laughing. “You like me. You want to kiss me. And…” She waggled her eyebrows and glanced at the back seat meaningfully.
He double blinked.
Who was this sassy girl? This wasn’t the exhausted confused person from yesterday.
That image she just planted tortured his mind.
She laughed again.
Too close. No room in this car. Stifled.
Sweat trickled down his back, tickling his spine.
He needed fresh air. Anything to clear his head and get away from the temptation of both of them in the back seat.
“Stay here,” he ordered as he hopped out to inspect the gate. The compulsion to leave the area pushed strong. Of course, any home belonging to magicals would have wards. Removing from his pocket the small metal Domitianus coin, a relic from Roman Empire endowed by a seventeenth-century witch that could show the nature of a cast spell. He held it up and looked through the hole rounded into its center.
“What are we doing here?” she asked behind him. “You doing that is beyond bizarre. Why’re you staring through what looks like a really old coin at a shabby gate?”
