Page 67 of Bad Moon Rising
She dragged his mouth to hers, marveling at how gentle he could be when she could feel his body vibrating with need. With a push, she got him on his back. Muscles rippled as he shifted around. Tattoos wrapped his chest and upper arms, all symbols and no pictures. Tracing the images, she wondered what they meant.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t be in bed with you if I didn’t.”
He chuckled.
The noise was like a breath of fresh air. So unlike him. So beautiful.
She couldn’t help but smile in return. “Why are we talking?”
She straddled his hips, cradling his bulge between her legs.
Laughter. True laughter erupted from him. His hand glided along her waist up her rib cage until he pulled her closer for a kiss. His hand slipped under the string of her thong to pull it out of the way so he could rub the long hard ridge of him against her bare skin.
His hands floated toward her breasts to gently caress the outside edge of each globe. On one breast, he gently applied friction to a nipple. Her head fell back as she gasped.
He said, “You’re so beautiful, Nova.”
She sensed hesitancy in his tone, unsure of its source.
She stiffened, sat up, and got off him to slide out of her thong. She straddled his thighs again and took his face in her hands to make eye contact and hover above him. “If you want to stop, I’ll die, but I can handle it. Do you want to stop?”
Eyes searching hers, he didn’t move at first. He just stared at her as she waited breathlessly for him to make a decision.
His eyes closed and head tilted to one side.
Say yes. Please.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. The light press of his nose against her cheek caused her to inhale sharply. His lips kissed along her jaw to her neck. He rolled her to her back. Slowly, almost leisurely, he took his time kissing, his mouth moving with hers. He reached down to slide off his briefs. The lower half of his body moved against her, playing near her entrance but not giving her what she wanted.
A rock of his hips shot sensation through her, causing her legs to fall wider to gather all the pleasure he might give while not giving her enough.
His tongue swept into her mouth as he possessively gripped her jaw with his hand, angling so his tongue could dive deeper in sync with his length sliding along her core.
She moaned into his mouth and reached to get more.
…
Perfect.
She was so perfect.
Before she could question what he was doing, Roman kissed his way down her abdomen to her inner thighs. He brought her legs up and over his shoulders.
Her head fell back on the mattress. “Shit, you’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer. He concentrated on teasing and alternating between his tongue and kisses up her thigh. He wanted to hear her come again. With his light kisses as he neared her core, her pelvis tilted up. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly.
When he touched his lips to the area above her core, she gasped and bucked upward. “I’m not going to survive this. Oh, God, Roman.”
He slid his hand up her belly to touch a breast and took a nipple between his fingers. As he pressed his tongue against her, he drew hard on her nipple.
“Oh fuck…” Her back arched off the bed.
He twisted her nipple, loving that he could be slightly rough with her, and it seemed to turn her on.And she’s all mine.
Dangerous thought. Not going there.
