Page 228 of His White Moonlight
“Why don’t you save us both time and tell me what your goal is?”I said.
“I want to fall asleep with you.”
I arched a brow at him.
“That’s all?”
He nodded.
“Fine.Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
He grinned and looked so damn boyishly handsome that my heart did its weird, heavy beat thing.
I rolled away from him, trying to deny what my body wanted me to feel.But there was no escaping Bennett.He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest.
Moving my hair off my neck, he inhaled deeply.I knew I should move away, but I was so tired of running away from him.From myself.So, I didn’t move.I waited.
I knew I was in trouble before his lips even touched me.Once they did, though, I forgot why I needed to fight what he made me feel.
Safe.
Wanted.
Loved.
His lips skimmed my neck.My breath caught, and my skin prickled in anticipation.Lips, tongue, and teeth teased the side of my neck, warming me, making me want more from him.
I moved to give him better access.He approved with a growl.
The feel of his hand on my stomach added to the heat slowly consuming me.When it slid under my tank top, I didn’t think to stop him.Everything felt too good, especially as his fingers inched higher, stroking my skin and making me ache for more.
My pulse raced as I rolled toward him a few more inches.
He pulled back, and I saw his pupils were so large that his eyes seemed black.
“Ask me for anything,” he said roughly.
“Kiss me.”
His mouth claimed mine hungrily, surpassing the need in all his previous kisses.Raw and demanding, it consumed me.His body caged mine.I threaded my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer, needing more.Needing him.
I arched against him.
Our hips connected, and an electric feeling rushed through me.
I tore my mouth from his, gasping at the sensation.The sound of fabric ripping registered a second before air touched my chest.Then he was kissing me again as his hand covered my breast.The heat and pressure of his palm added to the fire slowly burning through me.
An aching throb started between my legs.He swallowed the sound I made as I arched into him again.
Warning bells rang faintly in my head, but I couldn’t focus on them.Bennett’s touch demanded attention.
The warning grew louder as his hand left my breast and trailed down my stomach.I tried turning my head to the side to break the kiss, needing a second to think.But his lips followed, keeping me submerged in a sea of hunger I didn’t fully understand, unable to draw a breath without him filling my senses.
His fingers found the waistband of my shorts and slipped under them.He was touching me…there,over the thin material of my underwear.
Panic fluttered in my chest, and I pushed at his chest.Pain flared in my arm.
He growled and pulled back to look down at me.
