Catching Moonlight (Man Season) (10 page)

“This is so not right,” she
whispered.

“But it’s so good, hum?” he asked,
raising his head to smile at her. “My turn,” he said hoarsely.

Tegan
kept her eyes closed tight as she
bent to his lap and took him into her mouth. He groaned as if in torment as she
explored him with her mouth and tongue. The scent of him was dusky and sweet,
arousing her back to a crest of desire. He realized she wasn’t through and
eased his hand between her thighs.

“Stroke it, that’s right,” he sighed.
Tegan
dared open her
eyes,
watched his silhouette as he flung his head backwards, his chest rising up and
down in quick bursts of anguish. “Now, get ready, get ready…”

She moved her lips over him in a
dizzying motion, felt his need growing and expanding. His flesh was hot, firm,
wonderful
.

Finally he came, shooting into her mouth
so forcefully she was afraid she’d drown. But she took all of him, and more,
until he couldn’t spare a drop. He raised her off of him, zipped his pants.

Without a word he started the Jaguar
and steered them away from the curb.
Tegan
readjusted
her clothing, sat looking straight ahead, fearing she’d done something to
displease him.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Fine,” he answered curtly.

“Was I horrible at it?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t understand why …”

“Look,
it’s
over. It was good.
Great, in fact.
I’ll take you home
now, and you can clean up before your mother gets home.”

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