Page 76 of Total Eclipse of the Moon
He groaned into her mouth when her fingers connected with his sensitive nipples. Their tongues clashed and hands wandered.
"I need you," he whispered as his mouth left hers to wander along her jaw up to her ear.
Her head lolled to one side to allow him better access. "I need you more."
Chapter Twenty-Two
This was a terrible idea.This was the moon’s drive for sex and Madeline’s magic being amped up after healing a dragon. Shane knew this would be painful for him in the morning when he had to separate himself from her yet again. But he couldn’t stop. He needed this, this one more taste and chance to feel her for one more moment.
He carried her off the beach toward the one cottage he knew would be both unlocked and unoccupied. This one stayed empty for him.
He needed somewhere not sandy. Beach sex—been there, done that and wouldn’t be plucking sand out of cracks ever again.
"I can walk," she said.
"Can you let me have my heroic moment?"
"I didn’t know it was important to you. Sure." He didn’t hear her giggle but felt her vibrate with it. "Technically you didn’t save—"
"Shhh." He jostled her.
She wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him under his chin. In her other hand she held the stones the dragon gave her tight to her chest. "You can be my hero."
Once inside, he closed the door with a foot and put her down. Leaning against the door he took her in. Hair down and wild from the ocean breeze, the black dress, now damp at the bottom, hugged her curves.
He didn’t want a fling or another one-night thing with this stunning woman. He wanted so much more.
"You have too many clothes on," she said. "Strip."
"You think just like that I’m going to listen to your demands?"
"I kind of do." She chuckled and unzipped her dress. It hit the floor, leaving her in a black lacy bra and matching panties.
He dragged a hand over his mouth.
She put the dragon stones down near the dress, sauntered over to him, undid the buttons at the shirt’s cuffs, and dragged her hand up his chest, taking off his shirt by pulling it over his head. Her hands fell to his dress pants where her fingers grazed him through his pants.
He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from groaning and just when he thought she’d strip off his pants she moved her fingers up to his abs. Her lips kissed along his chest to take one nipple between her lips. She rocked the peak with her tongue and bit down gently.
He hissed out a groan.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his dick aching, hard as a rock and begging to be released. The tension in his shoulders coiled.
He needed relief. So. Bad.
But he wasn’t going to be a taker tonight. The only way to salvage a small bit of his heart was to let her be the one to come to him and take whatever she needed.
Her mouth traveled across his chest to the other nipple where she took her time. One hand traveled his stomach to trace over the planes of his muscles. When she reached his pants again, toying with the edge of his waistband, his breath caught.
"Loose the rest of your clothes and carry me to bed," she commanded.
Growling, he slid off everything south of his navel and lifted her. He put her down on her feet as he sat on the bed.
She unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. He sat up and pulled her toward him until she had to part her legs to sit on his thighs. He touched her breasts, the weight of them floating in his hands. Her head fell back as he massaged them. He brought his fingers over the points.
She whispered, "I don’t deserve this feeling. Not with you."
He put a finger over her lips. "You deserve so much more than the lot you were given."
