Kiss of Moonlight (11 page)

Beautiful was the first word that came to mind. In the moonlight, she couldn’t truly see color but the shape of him was gorgeous. Her fingers didn’t meet around the base and the tip bulged, the thick vein on the underside pulsing.

Cupping one hand around his tight balls, she stroked his cock with the other. His skin stretched tight over the core, sleek hot silk over iron. She lost herself in the feel of him as she smoothed her hand up and down, from root to tip. Moving closer, she bent until she could brush the burning hot tip against her tight nipple.

The sensation jolted through her, making her gasp. She’d never had a man’s cock rubbed against her breasts before, had never known how arousing it could be.

The silky heat scrambled her thoughts, made her forget what she’d been aiming to do.

Oh yeah. She’d been going down on him.

But she’d never given a man a blowjob before either. She didn’t want to do anything wrong.

As if he’d read her mind, Kyle’s voice rasped out a harsh plea. “Will you suck me, baby? Please. I want your mouth on me.”

She swore all the air in the room evaporated and her chest tightened but not in pain.

Leaning even farther, she let her lips brush across the tip, Kyle’s strangled breaths teasing her ears. On the next pass, she let her tongue swipe across that hot flesh, his taste exploding on her tongue like spice. Her pussy began to throb. She wanted him to thrust into her sex, hard and deep, but first she wanted to suck him.

Opening her mouth wide, she enveloped the tip, so soft and yet so hard. Then she let her mouth sink down his shaft until he hit her throat. Not really knowing what to do, she let instinct guide her into a rhythm of pulling back and taking him in.

With every suck on his flesh, she felt powerful. She felt almost whole.
Like she hadn’t in months.
Maybe ever.

She pulled back to the tip and sucked hard, having realized he liked that. His hard gasp made her smile around him. With one more lick at the tiny slit on the top, she released him and tilted her head so she could see his face.

Her pussy clenched at the hard desire stamped into his features even as her mouth pulled into a seductive smile.

Which didn’t last long when he grabbed her and not so gently tossed her onto her back on the bed before he fell to his knees and put his mouth over her wet core.

He didn’t take it slow and easy, the way she thought he would. It was almost as if he’d finally taken her at her word that she was okay.

She was more than okay. She was burning up.

And when his teeth raked her clit as his fingers spread her labia, she nearly screamed when he plunged his tongue into her sheath.

Electricity flared and heat burst as her body gave itself over to him. His free hand latched onto her left breast, teasing the nipple into a tight point before switching to the other and doing the same.

All the while his tongue alternated between tormenting her clit and fucking her sheath.

She felt an orgasm building, felt the clenching need.

She reached for it, arching off the bed, pushing herself closer to his mouth, wanting him to push her over the edge.

And he pulled away.

Gasping, she pushed herself onto her elbows, ready to demand he continue. She opened her mouth only to have the words die on her tongue as she watched him rise to his feet, looking for
all the
world like a conquering god.

His eyes burned as he stared down at her, his features set in stone as he sheathed his erection in a condom he’d gotten God knows when, then grabbed her hips and lifted her to him with one hand.

With the other, he pointed his cock toward her opening and began sinking into her body.

She melted back onto the bed with an indrawn breath as he pushed into her tight channel, slowly but inexorably.

“Wrap your legs around me,
Tamra
. And don’t let go.”

His harsh tone inflamed her further and she could only obey.

“
Tamra
, I want you to watch me, baby. See me.”

Looking up into his eyes, she then followed them down as he lowered his gaze to watch his cock sink deeper and deeper into her body. She’d never seen anything more erotic in her life. And the way it made her feel, she thought she might honestly pass out.

Her legs spread wide and locked around him, his hands locked onto her hips, they moved together in perfect synchronization.

Showers of sparks flared low in her body as her sheath clamped onto him. The friction of each thrust pushed her closer to the edge of orgasm. But she didn’t want to fall over that cliff yet. She wanted to hold onto this feeling, the sensation of being totally and utterly submerged by Kyle’s desire for her and by her own for him.

She’d never experienced anything like this before and she wanted to make it last.

But Kyle began to thrust harder, the tip of his cock at just the right angle to hit that spot inside, the one that made her gasp each time.

The one that cranked her higher and made it impossible to hold on.

Finally, she fell, her body erupting in decadent fire, and she cried out his name, her hands clutching at his on her hips.

He groaned and seated himself deep only seconds later, her sheath rippling again with his pulsing cock.

Lost in all-consuming orgasm, Kyle knew only
Tamra
.

Her pussy wrapped around his cock, her legs around his waist. The look of utter bliss on her face as she
lay
spread out before him, her body completely open before him.

He’d watched her come, held off his own orgasm until he’d seen her lose herself in the pleasure.

Only then did he let himself implode in the most devastating climax he’d ever experienced.

Hell, it’d felt almost as magical as when he called forth his pelt.

Shit.

He froze, his mind beginning to spin. He’d heard others talk about finding their mates. He’d listened to Dan explain how it’d felt to him one drunken night. How he’d connected so deeply with Margie that she actually had control to some degree over his wolf.

“It’s a total loss of control, man. Scary as hell at first, to know someone has that power over you. But it’s kind of like a safeguard. You know you’ll never hurt her,
could
never hurt her.”

Kyle hadn’t understood then. Hadn’t ever wanted to understand or give anyone that much power over his body.
Over his being.

He’d never imagined one tiny blonde
eteri
would rip it out of his hands. Or that he’d let it go without a fight.

Tam sighed, drawing his attention. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her body and immediately wanted to get back in. Next time, he wanted her on top, riding him.
Letting her control.

“Kyle?”

Tam smiled up at him, her eyes barely open, sleep already pulling at her.

Shoving all thoughts but her comfort out of his mind, he leaned down to press a kiss on her lips. Before he could get lost in her taste, he straightened, picked her up in his arms and repositioned her more comfortably on the bed. Since the night was still warm, he didn’t cover her with the sheet. He planned to do that with his body.

“I’ll be right back, hon.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom, he returned to find she’d moved so she could see him. Still awake, she watched him walk back to bed, her eyes traveling all over his body. It made him hard in seconds.

Sliding onto the bed next to her, he placed his arm around her waist and drew her closer until their lips were separated by mere centimeters.

“Go to sleep, Tam.”

“Are you okay?” she asked after a brief pause.

Hell no
. “I’m fine. You need to rest.”

Her eyes drifted shut. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Not on your life.”

Her lips curled up in a smile. And he wondered if she realized he’d meant every word.

Chapter Five

Barely awake, Tam opened her eyes to hazy, dawn-pink light.

And a wonderfully relaxed feeling in her body.

“How’d you sleep?”

Until that voice made every muscle in her body tense in expectation of pleasure.

God, the man made her heart pound.

Stretching her entire body like a cat, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him. Kyle sat on the chair next to the bed in jeans and nothing else, elbows on his knees, staring at her.

Starting at his waistband, her gaze traveled from the six-pack abs to the tattoo she’d noticed last night, a beautifully stylized depiction of a sun with tiny dots ringing an inner circle. She’d already seen the alien-looking markings on his arm but hadn’t realized the harsh, coal-black symbols went all the way to his shoulder. She wanted to ask what they meant but when her gaze met his, she got lost in that glittering topaz gaze, though his expression was set in stone.

She smiled at him, feeling lighter than she had in years. She’d had the best sex of her life last night. She hadn’t freaked out.
And Kyle…
Kyle made her feel alive again.

“I slept fine. Thank you. And you?”

He didn’t answer right away, just watched her with those eyes.

Finally he sat up only to slouch back into the chair. She’d never seen anything as sexy in her entire life.

The man was a work of art, from the ripped abs and broad shoulders to the chiseled cheeks and muscled arms. Those arms could have terrified her, reminded her of the attack. Instead she’d felt safe.
Protected.
Had anchored her even when she was flying from the first orgasm she’d ever had with a man.

And his smile, when his mouth finally loosened enough for it to curve, was a revelation. “Probably better than I should have.” Then he sighed and the smile disappeared. “We need to talk, Tam. We need to figure some stuff out and we need to go talk to someone.”

The real world tried to intrude but she wasn’t ready for it. Not yet.

Instead, she let her gaze drop to his lap, where she saw the bulge of his erection pressing against his zipper.

She did that to him. God, she loved knowing she affected him like that. “And we need to do that right now?”

His gaze darkened as he held hers, heat beginning to build between her legs. Her lungs felt heavy and the air in the room thickened. She wanted him again. Wanted him to take her and make everything else go away again.

Then he shook his head. “You have time for a shower and breakfast. Then we
gotta
get going. I want to get started tracking down who those men were working for.”

She wanted to groan but bit her tongue. Now that he’d mentioned the men, reality burst through her bubble of arousal. Last night had been an oasis, almost a dream. But the languor in her body and the slight ache between her thighs let her know it wasn’t.

If she could hold on to those sensations throughout the
day, maybe that
would make everything else feel less surreal too.

“Where do we have to go?”

Her resigned tone made his mouth twitch into a half-assed grin. Unfolding from the chair, he eased onto the side of the bed, finally close enough to touch.

Her fingers itched to stroke over that heated skin, but he beat her to it, lifting his hand to cup her jaw and rubbing his thumb across her lips. “To talk to someone who may be able to help us find who those men were working for.”

“And who’s that?”

“One of the
strega
in Margie’s
boschetta
has the Gift of
praenuntio
. She can see the future. I want her to read you, maybe find out if and when this woman will try for you again.”

“You think she will?”

“I think whoever it is went to a hell of a lot of trouble to find you. And I want to know why.”

Before she knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Closed mouth, hard contact and only for a second.
But enough to rattle her brain.

Then he pulled away and ran finger across her cheek, making her shiver.
“Now.
Get up and get a shower before I crawl back into bed and we don’t leave.”

She licked his taste off her lips and smiled at the heat in his eyes. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

She shrugged and felt the sheet slip away from her hold to pool in her lap. Naked from the waist up, she didn’t bother to cover herself. She wanted him to look, wanted him to see her.
To want her.

And he did. He let his gaze drop to devour her, his predatory gaze skimming her over her breasts, nipples peaked and sensitive.

Please touch me.

Couldn’t he hear her? Didn’t he know she wanted him to reach for her?
To cup her breasts in his hands and lift them to his mouth?
Lick the sensitive buds with his tongue and pull them into his mouth?

Her breath froze as he stared, his hands clenching and unclenching on his legs. Then the air left her lungs in a rush when he shook his head and looked away.
As if to avoid temptation.

“No. Another time, I’m
gonna
take you up on that.
But not now.”

Disappointment made her shoulders droop as he sighed, pushed to his feet and headed for the door.

Of course, she watched his particularly fine ass all the way until he turned out of sight.

Flopping back onto the bed, she pressed her cheek against the pillow next to hers and drew in a deep breath. It smelled like Kyle, musky and male and sexy. She wanted to curl around the pillow and just sniff it but he’d think she was deranged if he caught her.

And just what does he think of you?

That little bitch voice in her head spoke up, but she couldn’t fault it. The man had the
hots
for her. No doubt about that. But what she couldn’t figure out was why.

She’d never been the kind of girl who turned heads. She and her mom had never stayed in one place long enough for her to have a steady boyfriend, and she wasn’t interested in casual relationships.