Page 54 of Moonshine and Magnolias
“Silly boy. Why would I be mad?” She freed the first few buttons of his shirt and trailed her fingernails down his chest. “It’s not something you’re in charge of. I want to help.”
She was helping him lose his mind. He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her. She nibbled his bottom lip and his libido roared past his conscience. If she didn’t stop, he’d take her on the floor right there.
“My room,” she mumbled against him. She reached between his legs and gave his already aching cock a gentle squeeze. “Don’t say no, Rob.”
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Time stopped while Wendy waited for Rob’s answer. Would he feel too exposed, too vulnerable, to let himself take a chance? Because she was. Exposed. Vulnerable. Taking a chance. It made her stomach churn, but just a little. Like it was letting her know she was out of order, but would deal later.
“I don’t think we can get there fast enough,” he muttered.
His words sent an unexpected shiver through her and she lowered her head, her lips hovering just over his. His breath came hot and sweet on her mouth. “Then what are we still doing here?” she asked.
He chuckled deep in his throat and wrapped his hands tighter around her. When he stood up, she glided down his muscled body, breathing in his woodsy scent. “Follow me,” she whispered.
She led him through the dining room and kitchen to the back stairs and unlocked the third floor hallway to get to her room. Once outside, she paused. Was she really ready for this? She had never opened this part of her life to a man before. Her room was still decorated with pictures of her high school friends and posters of sports figures, and her bed was smaller than a peanut.
“Open the damn door before I strip you naked in the hallway.” Rob’s voice was thick with lust.
She’d done it the right way. Now she was ready to do it her way.
She entered her room, anxious for Rob to get inside, and closed the door behind him. And in the low light of her bedside lamp, her mind completely blanked.
It had been so long since she had a chance to revel in a man’s touch, to find something new and hot and exciting to explore. What if she didn’t meet his standards or wasn’t able to keep him… interested? This was a lot of pressure. Or what if her encounters over the years, solely for the purpose of release, had stolen her ability to read her man and pleasure him? Achieving orgasm could be difficult. In fact, it had gotten to the point where…
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Maybe being with Rob wasn’t such a good idea.
But then he cradled her head in his hands, his fingers making gentle strokes from her forehead to the nape of her neck while he took his time in a deep, slow kiss that clouded her mind so she lost her ability to rationalize.
“God, I want you.” Rob’s whisper was rough in her ear and he kissed the spot just below it, the scruff on his jaw adding to the feeling. He drew the lobe into his mouth and nibbled on her sensitive flesh. Darts of pleasure spread over her as his warm breath heated her body.
She bit back a groan, scared to reveal how his touch affected her. Scared to reveal anything.
He placed a trail of kisses on the column of her throat, nuzzling along the way, until he reached her other ear and swirled his tongue inside. Each touch brought asurge of sensation on her skin. Her legs weakened and she clutched at his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. His hands stroked down the length of her back, holding her against his body, while he continued to nibble on her neck.
A low moan escaped her throat and her head fell back, giving him more area to explore. He pressed her against the wall, leaving her trapped and able only to concentrate on the deliciousness of his hot mouth and his grazing teeth and the gentle pulsing movement of his body against hers. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
The words sent a chill where she had been so heated just a moment before. No one had ever been with her because she was beautiful. She put a hand between their bodies and he stepped back, keeping one hand on the wall over her head. His breathing coming in short, ragged pants. “Don’t say that. I’m not.”
He traced the line of her jaw with one strong finger, his gaze boring into hers with the intensity of a burning flame. “You are.”
She shook her head at his conventional bedroom conversation and fought the unexpected tears that she refused to acknowledge or let flow. “You don’t have to lie to get me into bed, Rob. We’re already here.”
The fire in his eyes banked and he stepped away from her. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
Her body protested his distance but she only shrugged and pulled at the end of her ponytail. “Look, it’s no big deal. I’m here and I want to be with you. You don’t need to feed me compliments.”
He grazed her knuckles with his lips, the day’s growth of beard scraping her skin. “Like telling you you’re beautiful.”
Her throat tightened at his casual agreement. “Right.”
He skimmed his fingers through her hair. “Or that I’ve dreamed of yanking out that damn ponytail and holding fistfuls of your hair since you walked into the kitchen my first day here.”
Had he really thought that? His feather-light touch elicited a bolt of sexual hunger inside her. “T-t-that, too.”
He brought a handful of the brown locks to his nose and inhaled. “Or telling you the peach scent following you around makes me think of feasting on your sweet, luscious body?”
She didn’t answer this time, she couldn’t, only stayed against the wall and shook her head. He leaned forward so there was only a mere slip of space between their mouths and she breathed him in. Her body responded to his hands stroking her hair, to the tremors his touch sent to her nipples, to the seductive words on his lips. Her hips began moving against him on their own. Out of her control.
