Page 192 of His White Moonlight
“Do you still want to go?”
“Do you?”
His gaze swept over my face and landed on my mouth.
“Don’t kiss me if you’re going to cut it off shy of five minutes again,” I said.
He caught my face between his hands.My heart started to beat faster in anticipation as he closed the distance between us.His lips gently met mine in a fleeting, sweet kiss.Then he touched his forehead to mine.
“I’m starting to understand how you feel.I hate my life, Wrenly.”
“No you don’t.You just hate the mistakes you’ve made that are keeping you from what you want.”
He groaned and kissed my nose, my cheek, my eyelid.Tipping my head back, I let him pepper my face with little kisses, even while knowing I shouldn’t encourage it.But I didn’t want to stop him either.It felt nice, each one softening my resistance just a bit more.
His thumbs stroked over my cheeks as his mouth hovered over mine for two heartbeats.His lips met mine again, but the gentleness was gone.Hunger had consumed it and attempted to do the same to me as he nipped my bottom lip and stroked his tongue against mine.
My head swam with need for him.
When one hand left my face and settled on my side, just below my breast, I tore my mouth from his.I only managed a brief gasp for air before his mouth was on me again.He swallowed the sound I made as his hand covered my breast.He kneaded it, sparking something dangerous inside of me.Something that had me gripping his shoulders for balance.
He ended the kiss, breathing heavily against my temple as he wrapped me in his arms.His shaking was so pronounced that it felt like a never-ending shiver.
“I need…don’t move…give me a minute.”
His desk phone started to ring.I looked at it, and he growled, which earned him a poke to his side.
“I think it’s Mom.You should answer it.”
Untangling myself from his hold wasn’t easy.It took so long that the phone stopped ringing.
“Bennett, cut it out.Let go.”
“I can’t.”
“I’m going to stomp on your foot again.”
“Okay.”
I pulled his hair instead.He grunted and finally let go.
“You’re annoying me.”
“Same,” he said with a scowl.
Rather than turning my back on him, I pointed to the door.
“Out.I’ll follow.”
“No.”
“Afraid I’ll watch your butt and like it?”
He blinked at me.His stunned expression was so comical that I couldn't help but grin.
“You won’t know unless you try it,” I said.
He turned and walked out the door.Feeling a little victorious and relieved that I didn’t have to watch my back, I followed him, stopping briefly at my desk to shut down and grab my things.
