Page 151 of His White Moonlight
“Do you feel better?”he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Why did I taste you on my sandwich?”
“Because you’re too unstable to try to kiss directly.”
His hands gripped the doorframe, and I heard the wood crackle under the pressure.
“It was a kiss?You weren’t angry?”
I neither confirmed nor denied it, but I watched him weigh the possibility of both.I could almost hear his mind working.
Was the lick revenge for how he’d pressed me?I had threatened to spit in his lunch, after all.
I saw the moment he decided it wasn’t me being petty.
A second later, I was on my back on the bed with Bennett on top of me.His hands threaded through mine over my head as he nuzzled my neck, nipping and licking.
I’d been prepared for this kind of reaction from him, but not my response to it.He was short-circuiting rational thought with just his mouth.Danger signals fired as fast as the pleasure ones, and in the storm, I could only feel it all.Each swipe of his tongue.Each brush of his lips.Each groan and growl.
I knew I was in trouble.I needed to stop him.But his grip had no give.Or maybe I had no strength.Why did his mouth on my skin feel so good?
“Bennett…”
He groaned and lightly bit the side of my neck.A sound escaped me.He growled and lifted his head to meet my gaze.
His tremors shook the whole bed as he inhaled deeply.
“Finally.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth, and he started closing the distance.How much I craved to feel his lips against me worried me enough to think rationally.If I didn’t control the situation, I would never be able to leave.
Swallowing hard, I said, “Start the timer, Bennett.”
He jerked back, and I watched the blind lust dissipate from his gaze.
“What?”
“I’m holding your hands without fear, and we’re about to kiss.Set a timer.We should probably talk about what defines a hug, too.I feel like this should count since our bodies are?—”
He got off of me like I was a hot coal and ran his hand through his hair in agitation.
“Do you know how frustrating you are?”
I sat up.“Yeah.It’s a skill I’ve worked hard to hone.”
He turned his head to glare at me, and I shrugged.
“Keep in mind who started this and who set the rules.I’m just going with the flow.Now, do you still want to watch a movie, or should we forget it?”
He held out a hand with a surly expression, but showed no aggression.
Smiling, I took it and stood, believing I’d won the round.
That was a mistake.
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close, dipping his head to the same side of my neck that he’d been kissing.A zing of…something snapped through me, putting me right back into the same place as where he’d left me.
