Page 76 of Moonlit Colorado

“I’m not in the mood to repeat it.”

I’d never seen him like this before. Dane was always steady, as if nothing could touch him down deep. This was the man who’d tossed me over his shoulder when I was freaking out about the break-in at my house. Who’d handled Dirk Lancaster so easily when the man grabbed me at the party. Who didn’t even flinch when Callum and his firefighter friendsandTeller Landry had all been staring him down.

But right now, Dane’s eyes were two dark pools of shadow. His mouth cut a hard line across his face, and his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped the railing. He looked like a man who was struggling to keep his control.

“I’d much rather kiss you,” he said.

“Then you should do it.”

Dane spun me and pressed me up against the balcony railing. His mouth slanted down on mine, hot and demanding from the get-go. Like he was desperate for this. And I was right there with him. His tongue pushed past my lips, and I sucked on it, making him groan.

His hands were rough, sliding over the soft fabric of my dress to squeeze my curves. His thumb found the hard point of my nipple and circled it, flicking and teasing until I was panting.

He started tugging up the skirt of my dress. Distantly, I knew the fact that we were in public. I’d seen someone aside from us come upstairs. But that person had gone somewhere else, and I could barely recall why that mattered, much less remember what I had been thinking about before.

That was the thing about Dane. He could sweep me away with a look, with a few words, no matter where we were. I’d said no to him earlier at the boutique, but that resistance was gone.

I took pride in my inner strength. But I was nowhere near strong enough to resist Dane Knightly.

His fingers caressed their way up my inner thigh as he kept kissing me. Hypnotizing me with the movements of his tongue and lips against mine.

Then his thumb brushed across the crotch of my panties for the second time that day. Dane broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. His hand was still under my dress, and his fingertip pressed right against my clit. I couldn’t help the sound I made in response. The city sounds drowned me out, but just barely.

“Someone could see.” Anyone could walk out on this balcony at any moment. Or spot us through the French doors.

“If anyone comes up here, I’ll just stop touching you and let your dress fall back into place. You can tell me no, but I don’t think you want to. I feel how wet you are already.” Dane’s voice was guttural. Drenched with need. “I want to know what sounds you make when you come, gorgeous.”

I shivered all over. I felt that same need, tingles of arousal blooming in my lower belly and between my legs where he was touching me. But I wasn’tcompletelyunaware. If anything, Dane’s presence in front of me and the city around us stood out more clearly. Like all my senses had been turned up in volume.

I tipped my head back and shivered again. He kissed my throat. At the same time, his fingertip stroked back and forth over the crotch of my panties. Just enough teasing pressure to make me need so much more.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I did. The way he devoured me with his eyes—I’d experienced that before. But not with so much need radiating from him. This was a dark and dangerous side of Dane I’d only glimpsed a few times. But I’d never had such a clear sense of him before. The suit and tie, the polished shoes and the Rolex. None of that conveyed the wildness that was inside him.

It scared me a little. But I craved it even more.

“Tell me yes,” he said.

I nodded. Yes. I wanted this.

I wanted what he’d started a few hours ago, after I first tried on this dress.

Two of his fingertips pushed aside the damp fabric of my panties and, after circling my opening a few times, slowly pushed inside me. My hands scrambled behind me to hold on to the railing. That sensation of being filled, especially by a man likehim, took my breath away. And it was only his fingers, not his cock.

But if he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, pushed my dress all the way up, and took me right here, I had the feeling I’d let him.

His fingers stroked in and out of me, then switched to stimulating my clit. His eyes didn’t look away from mine, seeming to pin me in place. He didn’t act like this wasn’t affecting him though. Every time I whimpered or moaned, he groaned in response. His breaths quickened, nostrils flaring as he breathed.

“You’re going to feel so perfect when I fuck you tonight,” he murmured.

When Dane kissed me again, his tongue and his fingers moving relentlessly, I felt my orgasm building. There was nothing else except Dane right now. His fierce kiss and the sheer, unfettered desire pouring off of him. I wanted to give him everything he needed, and right now, that seemed to be me.

“Dane,” I gasped into his mouth. The pleasure hit me all at once. It was a good thing he was kissing me to muffle my shout. Otherwise the whole neighborhood would’ve heard it. His fingers circled a few more times through my wetness, coaxing aftershocks from my body, until I squeezed my thighs together.

“No more,” I whispered.

He pulled his hand away, my skirt falling, and he slowly placed those same two fingers into his mouth to lick them off. “Did you like that?” he asked, low and husky. My glasses had slipped down my nose, so he gently pushed them back up.

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