Page 251 of His White Moonlight
“I’m making sure my bed will smell like you for a long time.”
Still wet, he tumbled us sideways onto the bed, rolling at the last second so I was on top of him.
“Mark me,” he said, his hands already capturing my face to draw my mouth to his chest.
Too relaxed to resist, I kissed his chest and left the mark he craved right over his heart.
I lifted my head.“Are you going to wear your shirt unbuttoned to show this one off, too?”
“No.But I wouldn’t mind if you left your mark on my neck again.Yesterday’s faded.”
I pulled myself a little higher up his body to reach his neck.Our hips aligned.He groaned, and his hands gripped my backside, jostling me partially to the side.Without thinking, I moved to brace my knees on the bed, opening myself to him to prevent a fall he would have never let happen in the first place.
We both froze at the contact.
“Don’t wolf out,” I said.
“Don’t move,” he gritted out.
I didn’t.I held perfectly still as his grip on my backside slowly loosened, then slid up my back only to travel down again.It felt nice.His hands.Not the hard ridge I was straddling.
“Can I move off of you, yet?”
“Not yet.”
The words were strained.If I didn’t do something to distract him, we would both be in trouble.
“We’re going to be late for work,” I said.
He made a sound between a laugh and a groan.“We don’t need more money.”
He wasn’t wrong.
My stomach growled, giving me a perfect opportunity.Sticking out my bottom lip, I gave him a sad look.
“I’m so hungry…”
He moved fast, catching my bottom lip between his and sucking it lightly before lifting me off of him.
“Go to my closet.Don’t come out until you’re dressed.”
I slipped off the bed and closed myself inside then listened at the door for a few seconds before dressing.Since the clothes I’d purchased with Miranda were in there and clean, I grabbed those.The top was lightweight and pretty, and the slacks were easy to pull down with one hand.Plus, Mom and Miranda would approve.
When I stepped out, Bennett was on the bed but sitting, and with a towel wrapped around his waist.His hair looked wet again, too.
The mark on his chest stood out like a misplaced third nipple, making me smirk.But it was already getting lighter.
“Nice hickey,” I said.
“Thanks.”He studied me for a moment.“I think today is going to be a struggle for me.”
“How so?”
“I don’t want to go to work.I want to stay here with you and keep doing the things we were doing.”He closed his eyes and frowned briefly.“I can still feel you and it’s?—“
He rubbed a hand over his face and opened his eyes.His pupils were spasming between fully dilated and pinpoint.I crossed the room, and when I reached him, he spread his knees to pull me closer.
I tipped his head back and marked his neck the way he’d wanted me to do earlier.When I drew back, his pupils were fully dilated and he was back to looking more desperate than tortured.
