“You have more strength of will than any woman I have ever known. I am sorry for the damage to your shoulder that took away your dreams.” He refills our glasses and lifts his in another toast. “To new dreams.”
I’m completely undone. I drink the Champagne to keep from crying.
Moon moves over the only dish left and uncovers it. It’s filled with sopapillas. He places one on my plate and picks up a carafe filled with honey. He winks at me. “It’s impossible to be sad when your fingers are covered with honey.”
It’s the perfect thing to say. He’s absolutely correct about the honey. I’m laughing when he leans over and wipes a dollop from my mouth with the tip of his finger. My eyes follow his finger as he brings it to his mouth and slowly licks off the sticky sweetness.
He leans back in his chair and grips the sides. It reminds me of the first time I saw him sitting when I woke up in his house after hitting my head on the cement curb. I would have run screaming from the house if he said the words he says now, “I want you, baby. Right here, right now.”
Moon stands and takes my hand, pulling me up. He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the opposite end of the twelve-foot-long table. He sits me on the edge and guides me until my back is flat on the table. He lifts my foot at the ankle and I bend my knee when he applies a bit of pressure. Without removing my shoe, he places my foot against the surface. He lifts my other foot and skims his fingers down my leg until he pushes the dress out of the way. His lips follow his fingers.
My hands are clenched at my sides as I watch him.
“Place your hands above your head, Madison.” He bites the inside of my leg just above the knee. It stings and everything inside of me compresses into a ball of pure need as his white teeth press into my skin. My hands move up and he releases me so his tongue can soothe the lingering ache. “You’re beautiful.” He pulls my leg around his hip and stares down at me.
I’ve never felt this way before. I want him looking. I want to be beautiful for him. His fingers slide up my thighs and then beneath the dress until he encounters the strings of my thong. He uses one hand to push the dress up past my hips so he can see what his fingers are touching.
The intensity in his eyes should make me uncomfortable or even self-conscious. It has the opposite effect. I’m panting with the need for more. More touch, more teeth, more everything. I tighten my leg around his hip as I grind the heel of the other shoe into the table. He inches my dress up a little more and splays his hands on my belly. With deliberate slowness, he hooks his thumbs in the strings and pulls them down until he can lift the foot on the table out of them. They hang from my other knee, but he’s unconcerned. He’s watching me… there. I’m wet and needy and I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. Moon bends down and his forehead sinks into my belly as he inhales.
Fucking. God. Christ. I want this man. I’m shaking with urgency and at the same time I want him to go teasingly slow. His lips touch my skin right above my pussy. I moan and grind my foot even harder into the table. He pushes my knee outward and kisses lower. His mouth is warm and wet and driving me wild. His tongue strokes and I lift my foot off the table. His hand clamps down on it and forces it back. His husky laugh sends more warmth across my pussy. If he does it again, I’ll come.
My desire is jacked through the roof. Moon’s only just begun this slow, torturous seduction, but our sexual dance has been going on for days, and I’m insane with need. He lifts up from my inner thighs and moves over me so his mouth is at the neckline of my dress.
No, no, no. I need him back. Down. There. I need him tasting me and doing more wickedly wondrous things to me. He has no intention of giving me what I want. I read the message in his eyes when he looks up. He’s in control. He pulls aside one side of the dress, bra too. He cups my breast and licks my nipple. When it’s wet with his saliva, he backs several inches away and examines my breast like it’s a piece of art. My moan of frustration does nothing.
He swipes aside the material from my other breast and sucks my nipple between his lips. I don’t know how my hands make it to his hair, but I need to hold onto something. “You’re killing me, Moon,” tears from my throat.
“Hands up,” he growls back.
I almost refuse. It’s the demon light in his eyes that makes refusal impossible. When my hands are back where he wants them, his one hand slides down my hip and finds its way beneath the material of the dress again. His other hand is flat on the table at my shoulder. His fingers down below find me, and my hips thrust upward. I close my eyes at the sensation as one finger and then two slide into the wet, swollen part of me that needs him most. Moon’s fingers continue their assault as his teeth skim up my chest to my neck taking small bites that drive me mad.
He wraps his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck and lifts my upper body off the table until our lips clash. This kiss sends lightning bolts to my core. I’m his, there’s no denying it. He takes the air from my lungs and drinks it down. His fingers continue torturing me with steady strokes. I gasp into his mouth when his thumb presses against my clit. He eases the pressure and then it’s back. My orgasm builds, and I’m standing on the precipice when his fingers and tongue leave me. I almost scream. He kisses down my throat and over my breasts as he continues traveling south. My hips are thrusting into the air and I’m desperate for him. His mouth finds me again and the noise I make is that of an animal, and I just don’t give a fuck. He sucks my clit past his lips while his scratchy face burns my inner thighs.
When the waves wash over me, they’re centered at my clit. It’s enough. It’s too much. His fingers pierce me and I scream. My orgasm goes from rolling thunder to an explosion of lightning.
“Moon,” I cry into the room. I’m trying to catch my breath, catch the stars, and most definitely catch the moon.
It takes several minutes for my orgasm to gentle into luscious waves. Moon stands above me, his eyes hooded as he unbuckles his belt. He unbuttons his pants and then pushes them down enough to pull his cock out. His other hand searches his pant pocket. He finds the condom package and lifts it out as he strokes himself with his other hand. His hot and steamy eyes don’t leave me as he rips the package with his teeth and rolls the condom over the head of his cock and downward.
The world settles into him and me and this moment. He roughly pulls my hips forward on the table so his cock hits the sensitive flesh of my pussy.
“Hands up,” he bites out raggedly. I wasn’t aware I had lowered them again. When they’re above my head, he grabs my ass cheeks and jerks me forward as his cock rams into me. I’m wet and ready and take all of him. He’s big and it’s uncomfortable, but it’s a pain that’s never felt so good. My fingers tangle in my hair as he drives in and out. We haven’t taken our eyes from each other. The sound of him sliding through the wet mess that is me is dirty and sexy. I don’t think my first orgasm stopped and now another is rolling in colossal, uncontrollable waves that keep growing.
Gruff words in Spanish fill the room. It comes out harsh between his set jaw. It’s sexy as fuck and I explode. Moon doesn’t stop the grind of his hips, and I can no longer keep my eyes open. I’m pulling so hard on my hair that I doubt it will survive the night.
Moon’s words turn to low moans. He lowers himself and buries his face against my neck. He’s still in his suit jacket and his throat is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His flesh is an inferno against mine. I will never hate the heat again.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Four
MOON LIFTS HIS WEIGHT from me and stands. He rolls off the condom, ties the end, and slips it inside his pocket before he pulls his pants up over his ass and returns his clothes to their normal pristine condition. I, on the other hand, will never be normal again.
We just had sex on his dining table after finishing a meal. Anyone could have walked in. “Oh, God.” I cover my eyes. “The cameras.”
He takes my free hand and lifts me into a sitting position. He gently pries my fingers from m
y face. He brings his lips to my cheek and speaks against my skin. “The cameras only have a view of the windows in here. Most of the rooms in the house are monitored that way.” He straightens and removes his phone from his back pocket. I’m kind of miffed until he speaks, “Turn off the entryway and downstairs cameras for the next hour.” He ends the call and rearranges the material of my dress so my breasts are covered again. I’ve been sitting here with my tits on display, utterly and completely shameless.
“What about the other night when we were outside?” I ask.
His palms settle on my cheeks and his gentle smile wraps around my heart. “I had you in the shadows, baby. No one watches what’s mine.”
His.
Am I… his? The thought doesn’t have me running and screaming in the other direction.
Before I can ask another question, he lifts me beneath my legs and under my ass pulling me solidly into his chest. “What are you doing?” I laugh.
“I need a shower and I want to fuck you properly in my bed.”
A proper fuck as opposed to a table fuck, I guess. My cheeks heat at the thought. “If I shower, my makeup will come off and my bruises will ruin the mood.” I’m not really teasing.
His lips slide over my cheek. “You’re beautiful, but I prefer you without all the makeup even if the bruises show. You’re strong and a fighter. That turns me the fuck on, baby.” He walks out of the dining room to the stairs. I want to object that I’m too heavy, but he’s powerful and I want to feel his strength. A man who will take me as I am and who isn’t intimidated by my assertiveness is a rarity.
We shower and wash each other. It turns into a steamy soapy skin on soapy skin mind-blowing orgasm for me. I want to taste him and the shower is the perfect opportunity. He’s the only man I know who says no to a blow job.
“I want to fuck you in my bed,” he tells me as he turns off the water and leads me to the bed. The house is cool but our bodies warm. We fall on the bed still wet without taking time to dry. I lick the drops of water from his neck and he in turn licks the ones on my breasts.
“You taste like the finest fruit brandy,” he says in a husky voice.
I laugh. “I’ve never heard of fruit brandy.”
He lifts his head from my breast and props himself up using his forearm. “Fruit brandy is potent and sweet.” The fingers of his other hand trail along my skin until they reach my lips and one slides past them. I lick his finger and then suck it as he stares at my lips. Moon pulls his finger away and uses the saliva to circle my nipple. “Now I can taste your lips when I do this.” He bends his head and sucks my nipple past his teeth. I gasp at his words and lift my hips off the bed when he intensifies the suction.
I look down our bodies. His skin is light chocolate brown where mine is milky white. Our differences are emphasized by the contrast, and it’s so fucking beautiful. He leaves my breast and kisses his way up, sliding his tongue across my sensitive flesh until his lips meet mine. He licks his tongue across my open lips. He pushes wet hair off my cheek and palms the side of my face. He licks me again. My upper lip and then the lower. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and adds just a touch of pressure before releasing it.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His thumb smudges beneath my eye and I know I must have smeared makeup. No other man could possibly think a bruised face with smeared makeup beautiful. He leans in and kisses just the tip of my nose. I smile and his white teeth flash. Moon is in a playful mood; whereas, I want him to get on with fucking me in his bed.
He lowers his head and I think it’s for another kiss, but he pulls me close and flips us. I look down into his eyes. They’re a hot mess of inky sky. He positions my knees to either side of his hips. I sit up so my lower body is touching the tops of his thighs. He grips my breasts and slowly squeezes them until my head tips back and I moan. He releases one breast and I hear rustling from the side drawer. He hands me a condom package. I’ve never done this for a man. I tear it with my teeth as he did earlier and like the way his eyes shine when I do it. I glide the latex over his cock with steady concentration.
“Ride me, baby,” he whispers the second the condom is in place.
I lift up and position his cock so I can lower myself slowly. It’s exquisite torture. Moon watches my face as I move down over him. I’ve never had a man keep eye contact like Moon does. His cock hits my cervix and an uncomfortable ache makes me suck in air. My hands are wrapped around Moon’s wrists where his hands cover my breasts. I move them so I’m squeezing into the hard muscles of his chest. My hair is tangled and wet, and drops of water hit us both.
My breasts are full and achy from Moon’s rough treatment. He reads my mind and my body, and the pressure on my breasts turns to massaging caresses. I moan at the feel of him inside me. I tighten the muscles of my legs and raise myself before lowering back down. I’m so sensitive that I actually feel the ridges of his cock even with the condom. Moon slides his hands down past my belly and around to my hips. He lifts me off his cock in the same slow glide I’ve been using. He makes me think we’re going to keep this slow. I’m wrong. He thrusts his hips up and drives me down in one motion.
His eyes are wicked blue, and I know he loved the loud moan that left my throat. He does it again. The slow ride off his cock. The harsh slam down. It drives me crazy, and I dig my fingernails into his biceps when he repeats it. He’s fucking killing me with sensation, and I’m past the point of coherent thought.
Once more he rams his cock inside me and then Moon loses control. There’s no more slow. He’s pumping me up and down on his cock while I gyrate my hips, and my breasts sway with our crazy rhythm. He’s watching my breasts and I can’t take it. I lean forward so his mouth closes over one peak. I’m so close to orgasm and all it takes is the pressure of his sharp teeth to take me over. Moon provides a glorious pain that travels straight to my pussy. I tighten my muscles and clench his cock. He doesn’t stop the pounding tempo. I come undone around him and still he continues until his breathless cry fills the room.
I’m sprawled face up beside Moon, my body sweat-slicked and shaking. Moon leaves the bed, and I’m assuming he’s disposing of the condom because he returns less than a minute later. He slides across the sheet and pulls me against him. His fingers smooth the hair from my face. The kiss he places at my temple is feather light. He shifts us around and spoons me.
The warmth of his arm circles me and his hand goes to my throat. I’m not into the whole choking thing that seems to be the rage. As his thumb runs across my cheek, I realize that he can feel the pulse at my neck, which is where his fingers rest. “Why a thumb ring?” I ask.
Moon stills and his arms tighten fractionally. His voice is low when he says, “It’s my parents’ wedding bands melted down and formed into one ring.” His thumb slides over my cheek again and I’m relieved I didn’t put a damper on this incredible night.
“And the other ring,” I ask softly.
His answer is immediate this time. “It belonged to my grandfather, my father’s dad,” he clarifies. “He died when I was a baby and the ring was passed to my father. He gave it to me when I left for college. My dad was proud of my grandfather and wanted me to have something to remember him by.” A smile enters Moon’s voice. “My grandfather had eight children. My grandmother was his mistress. When she became pregnant with my father, he left his wife and married my grandmother. Danita is twenty years older than me. I don’t think she feels the same way about her dad as my father did.”
My eyes drift closed and I fall asleep with my pulse beating against Moon’s fingers.
I wake up in Moon’s arms. I watch him sleep while I try to find the words to explain why I need to leave. If I stay another day, I won’t be able to leave and this is something I can’t tell him. I’ve fallen for him; heart and soul. He’s like no other man I’ve ever been with. I crave the sense of family here in his home. I crave his body. But, most of all, I crave Moon, the man. That scares the shit out of me. I can’t allow this to
continue or I’ll never be able to walk away. This is it—my last chance to walk the right path.
I slide from beneath him and go into the bathroom. I use the toilet, wash my hands, and walk back into the room. I lift his shirt from the floor and slip it on. Moon is propped up on his arm watching me. “I need to go home,” I tell him when I finish with the buttons.
“You can leave after last night?” Surprise is in his husky voice.
He will never understand. “Our worlds don’t mix. There’s a chance that someday my shoulder will heal enough that I can return to law enforcement. I can’t give that chance away by being with you.” I drive the nail in. “I can never be seen with you, Moon. So, what’s the point?”
His eyes change from sensual shards of blue flaked with silver to a sky swirling with the winds of a tornado. He gives me another moment to take back the words or maybe to drive the knife deeper. I say nothing.
He steps from the bed in all his naked glory and pulls on the suit pants he discarded on the floor the night before. “Get dressed and I’ll have a rental car delivered here within the hour. I’ll send Gabriella up with a breakfast tray. Please stay in the room until you’re notified the car is here.” His voice is steadfast and clipped. It’s only his eyes that show the storm he’s holding back.
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