Page 81 of Bad Moon Rising
He half-turned his head to glance at her. His lips twitched up into a smile. “You’re dangerous.”
“Maybe so. We’re going to have to talk about it…the plan. We have to answer the question of who gets to be the one, but let’s put it off until the morning.”
His brows drew down.
More than ever, she wanted to erase his pain. She reached out and took his hand. Her chest ached as his finger absently rubbed the top of her hand. Even though they’d only known each other for such a short time, there was so much here. They needed more time together. Too bad it wasn’t possible.
She ran the finger of her opposite hand along his blood curse tattoo and whispered, “I promise it’s going to be okay.”
He turned and sat beside her and gently put his arm around her shoulders to pull her into him. “It will.”
The weight in those words told her he thought he got to be the martyr here, but he didn’t. He just hadn’t figured that out yet. Not that she planned to inform him of it tonight.
Alertness rolled inside her, sparking her body to life. With a hand on his cheek, she turned his head to face hers and softly lay a kiss on his lips. “I know all the reasons we shouldn’t, but we’re at that moment again when I point out life can end in a heartbeat. It’s going to end. There’s only this moment. And I want you. All of you.”
He stiffened and slightly shook his head. Something close to panic lit his eyes. “It’ll make everything more difficult. Complicated.”
She giggled. “Roman, we’re already complicated as hell. I like you. You like me. Yet we have to make a big decision…tomorrow. For us, there truly is nothing beyond tomorrow.”
“Last night was no strings.” His jaw tightened. He was trying to wall himself off.
She shifted to straddle his lap and moved her mouth against his with a sigh of relief. His lips were firm and tasted of liquor. “We’ve had strings holding us together since the moment you decided not to slice my throat at the club.”
He emitted a low growl and slipped his hand behind her neck to hold her in place and deepen the kiss.
She clutched his neck as they kissed over and over like her life depended on it because in this moment, it did. The thought of him dying and her living beyond his death scared her probably as much as it did him.
She whimpered as he palmed her breast through the towel. Maybe she should’ve made it harder for him by not being so easily naked, but in an instant, the towel was gone and his clothes off. Good Lord, he was a masterpiece. Every line of his muscles made her mouth water. And those strong thighs and everything further south. Yep, perfect everywhere.
“You’re so beautiful.” From the emotion in his voice, he meant it. There was appreciation and hunger.
“No, you are.” She trailed her fingers across his shoulders.
He flashed a wicked grin and kissed a path across her breasts, taking time with each peak as she arched into his touch. He moved down her body, stroking the curve of her waist and moving his mouth to her hips and thighs.
A moment later, he was between her thighs, his fingers parting her for his tongue.
Her fingers clutched the comforter as his mouth drove her higher and higher. She struggled to breathe. Right as she was on the verge of claiming the high he’d driven her to, he’d back down and let her catch her breath. He did it three times.
“Please,” she begged and rocked her hips as she rode the knife-sharp pleasure, the tension almost unbearable.
“Please, what? You want something?” His tongue swirled again.
She whimpered. “Let me come!”
Holding her stare, he sucked and used his fingers to probe and catapult her into a brain-numbing orgasm. She screamed. What came out, she didn’t know. Maybe his name. Maybe a deity, but it unleashed the tension he’d created.
When the fog receded, she realized he wasn’t continuing. He sat on the edge of the bed. She was going to have to get tough with him. He needed this, the connection, as much as she did. He didn’t get to run from this.
She sat up and rotated to straddle his lap like before, but not taking him inside her. As she kissed along his shoulder and up his neck, she used her sharp teeth to nibble his ear lobe.
“I need the real Roman, the one who’s going to take me hard against the wall.”
He groaned as she kissed and nipped down his neck. She teased his shoulder with her mouth allowing her teeth to tickle his skin.
A raw moan shot out of him.
“If you take me hard, I’ll do it. I’ll bite you. Right here.” She pressed her mouth gently against his skin. “I need you inside me, giving me everything you’re hiding inside you. All of it. I want the agony and the pleasure.”
