MoonlightTemptation (13 page)

Instead of keeping him out, she wrapped her arms around him
and brought him closer. Her lips parted for him to slip his tongue into her
mouth and taste her. Coffee, something sugary. And warm, sweet woman.

Her lips moved under his, a little sleepy but still
inviting, and she arched her back, pressing closer to him.

He felt his senses spark back to life from the fog he’d
walked home in. Her taste cleared the cobwebs until he felt semi-human again.
Gods, how long had he felt as if he’d been in a constant fog before he’d met
Evie?

It’d been all work, eat, sleep. Get up, repeat.

Now at work, he thought about Evie. At night, he dreamed
about her.

And when he had her in his arms, nothing else mattered.

His tongue teased hers, eliciting a moan she couldn’t seem
to contain. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, her fingers digging into
the muscles.

Gods, this was what he wanted to come home to every day. A
warm, willing woman who kissed him as if she couldn’t get enough of him, who
was happy to see him, even after the way he’d slunk out of the bed last night.

A woman who made him burn just by clutching him close to her
and moaning into his mouth.

Vaffanculo
, he needed more skin.

With one arm around her waist, he lifted her until her feet
no longer touched the floor. With his free hand, he urged her legs to curl
around his waist then he laced his hands through her silky hair and tugged her
head back.

Through his sense of smell, he realized Ryan was in the
shower. Dane knew the other man had made love to her after he’d left. Even
though she’d showered, he could smell Ryan’s scent all over her.

Jealousy didn’t enter into the equation. At least not with
Ryan. If another man touched her…

No other man would. He and Ryan would make sure of that.

He strung a line of biting kisses along her neck as he walked
through the kitchen and back to his bedroom.

Without releasing her, he crawled onto the bed then sprawled
across her, total possession foremost in his mind.

With his mouth sealed over hers, he slid his hands under her
shirt. His shirt, actually.

All his.

He petted and stroked her skin, soft and still warm from her
shower. Aching and hard, his cock would soon have an impression of a zipper on
it if he didn’t get his damn jeans off.

She must have read his mind because she slid her hands down
to unbutton and unzip them.

She touched him with the same restless heat he felt in his
own hands as they skimmed down her stomach to her center, to the warm, velvet
lips of her sex.

Already slick with her desire, the plump lips parted for his
fingers and her sheath clutched around them. She moaned into his mouth as he
stroked into her with slow, deliberate motions, in contrast to the ferocity of
his kiss.

Need clawed at his gut like a ravaging beast, making him
kiss her harder, demand a hotter response. Completely consume her.

The depth of his need should have been a warning he was
stepping over an edge but he couldn’t seem to care. Not when she was melting
around his fingers, so damn hot and wet and tight.

She’d managed to get his jeans pushed down off his hips, her
hands no longer tentative. She pushed and yanked until she’d exposed his cock
then wrapped her hands around him as her kisses became more demanding.

Their movements felt almost rough, but he knew it was
desperation.

And that was almost as bad. Still, he couldn’t stop because
she showed no signs of fear.

She stroked him with an unsteady pace, as if she couldn’t
slow herself enough to get the rhythm right.

Didn’t matter. She made him burn.

With a rough groan, he dragged himself away from her lips
long enough to pull the shirt over her head, baring her beautiful flesh to his
eyes.

On his knees above her, he paused, the sound of his
breathing harsh in the silence. She lay there for a few brief seconds, staring
up at him.

“
Kareto
, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lips curve in a
sweet smile but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her body. So pale, so perfect.
Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, though they were small enough for
him to cover completely with his palms. Her body slim but delicately curved.

And, he knew, able to take a man’s cock. She’d taken Ryan.

He couldn’t wait any longer for her to take him.

Apparently, neither could she. She began to drag his jeans
to his knees and when they got caught there because he was kneeling, she rose
and pushed him onto his back so she could drag them the rest of the way off his
body. His shoes dropped with a thump to the floor, his socks torn away, and his
jeans and underwear followed quickly.

As soon as she had him naked, he reached for her and rolled
her under him again.

Heat blasted his skin as she clung to him, lifting her hips
into his, until her sex rubbed against his cock. His erection hardened even
more until he swore he’d burst out of his skin.

Or come before he got inside her.

Bracing himself on his hands by her shoulders, he looked
down into her eyes as his cock began to press inside her body.

Her pussy felt almost too tight to let him in but he
couldn’t stop. He knew he wasn’t hurting her because she clutched at his shoulders
and urged him to go faster with her hips. His name became a chant falling from
her swollen lips.

He loved to hear her say his name as he forged inside her,
each inch a victory. Every thrust threw him closer to orgasm but he forced it
back, concentrating instead on her.

Each tunneling movement made her gasp, her mouth parting
with pleasure. Each withdrawal made her frown. He watched every response with a
researcher’s detail, every second a revelation.

Used to compartmentalizing every emotion, he was able to
stave off his own reaction. He thrust and watched her writhe beneath him. He
increased his rhythm and noted how she called out his name.

He pressed hard and deep and held, the base of his cock
pressed against her clit as he bent to suck one taut nipple into his mouth. He
laved the tip with his tongue then bit her, as gently as he could until she
screamed out his name.

Easing his hips back, his cock nearly slipped free before he
thrust forward again, catching that same angle on her clit and making her gasp.

Lightning-hot flashes of sensation shot up his spine,
drawing his balls tight. Still he refused to release himself.

As her head thrashed side to side on the bed and her fingers
dug almost painfully into his biceps where she’d braced herself, he controlled
each thrust. Ruthless determination made each motion precise. And drove Evie
wild.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightening her sex around
him as she arched her back and took him deeper. Battering at his control.

“Dane, stop tormenting me.”

He slowed his thrusts. “Do you want me to stop?”

She moaned and clutched him harder. “No, you bastard. Don’t
stop. Go faster.”

“No. I want you to feel good, Evie. I want you to get off.”

She reached up with one hand to grab at the short strands of
his hair but couldn’t get a grip. So she wrapped the hand around his neck and
pulled him close enough that she could lift her head and bite his lip. “I’ll
get off if you fuck me faster.”

His control slipped a notch and his next thrust wasn’t as
precise. Damn it, he couldn’t lose his head. She wasn’t ready for that.

“Dane, god damn it,
move
.”

He did. He fucked her slow and steady until she was nearly
crying for release. And he was on sensory overload. Lowering his forehead to
touch hers, he thrust harder though still measured.

“So tight, Evie. Feels so fucking good.”

“God, Dane—”

He lost a little of his edge at the sound of her voice. He
dropped his mouth on hers and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth to
tangle with hers.

He swallowed her moan and his hips slammed against hers. He
tried to rein himself back in but once his body slipped the lead he couldn’t.

Thrusting hard and fast now, he lowered his body to cover
hers completely. His face buried in the curve of her neck, he drew her scent
into his lungs. With his tongue, he tasted her skin then bit the tender bit of
flesh right above her carotid.

Her breath blasted his shoulder, heated and moist. Her
fingernails scraped at his back and he begged her to do it harder.

Legs tightening around his waist, he felt her sex contract
around him, making it harder for him to thrust. She gripped him tight in the
depths of her body and when she cried out, he froze so he could feel her come
around him.

He thought he’d be able to hold back, to soak in her orgasm
but she pulled him along with her.

The first blast of his orgasm made him groan, the electric
sensation shooting through his entire body. He pumped his seed into her, the
fierce possessiveness of the act making him grind against her until he had
nothing left to give.

Instinct kept him draped over her for several minutes after
that.

Even though he knew she couldn’t get pregnant. She was on
the Pill.

Fuck.

No. No, he knew this had gone past just fucking.

He just didn’t know what the hell to do now that he didn’t
know what the hell
this
was.

Wow, that had been…

Wow.

With her arms still wrapped around Dane’s back and her body
still shuddering in the aftermath of a wickedly intense orgasm, Evie could
barely breathe, much less think.

Her senses were getting a hell of a workout, however.

Dane’s solid body pressed her into the bed with a living
heat that seeped into her body and made her muscles want to soften to the
consistency of jelly.

She wanted only to breathe in air laced with his masculine
scent and she wanted to watch her hands as they stroked up and down his back
with lazy possession.

She felt…amazingly energized.

As if she could run a marathon. Or flick her fingers and
burn the house to the ground.

Which was kinda scary.

Okay, maybe she was a little too juiced.

God, why would she even think something like that? It was
weird, right?

“Evie, whatever you’re thinking about right now, I want you
to stop.”

Dane punctuated his words with a sharp bite on her earlobe
that sent shivers up her spine and made her sex contract around him.

Which made him groan.

And she liked hearing that.

Focus on Dane.

He shifted above her until her arms loosened and he could
put enough space between them to look down at her. As he slid free of her body,
he shifted to her side, resettling them until they were both on their sides,
looking at each other.

Those dark eyes examined hers with such steady regard, she
had to wonder if he’d really let himself go.

But the rapid pace of his breathing and flush on his cheeks
told her what she wanted to know.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But how can just the sound of your voice make me
feel hot all over?”

There, she’d shocked him. His eyes widened and his lips
parted but he didn’t say anything. She’d leaned in to kiss him before she
realized what she was doing.

And reveled in the fact he kissed her back until he pulled
away with a groan. “
Kareta
…”

She heard caution creep into his tone, as if he wanted to
say something she wasn’t going to like.

And she decided she didn’t want to hear it right now.

She moved her fingers over his mouth. “Dane, don’t. Please.
I just want to…”

What?

She wanted just to feel good. And right now, she felt great.

After a few seconds, Dane nodded. And pressed a kiss against
her fingers that made her tingle from head to toe before he wrapped her in his
arms, tucked her head under his chin and cuddled her.

She knew they couldn’t stay there long. She had commitments
to keep today. Three children to teach. Just the thought made her smile against
his chest.

And more than enough time later to work through the
oh-so-very complicated mess her love life had become last night.

“I’m—” He sighed. “I had to leave last night. If
this…relationship continues, you need to realize there will be times I’ll have
to leave—”

“Dane, not now.”

“Yes, now. You have to understand—”

“Ugh, you had to do this now.” With a shove, she pushed
against his chest until his arms loosened enough for her to scramble off the
bed.

“Evie,
vaffanculo
—”

“Don’t you swear at me, Dane Dimitriou.” Standing by the
bed, she held up one hand. “Don’t say another word. If you do, I’m gonna have
to get angry. And I don’t want to be angry with you. Not now. Now…I’m going to
take another shower. And then I’m going to meet my new students.”

The shock on his face gave her enough of a kick to
straighten her spine and head back to the shower.

Maybe she was kidding herself, but she refused to think
about anything other than the day ahead. Three little boys to teach.

But she knew the two big boys she’d had in bed would have to
be dealt with, too.

Later.

Chapter Six

Ryan sat at the kitchen table, not even pretending to read
the magazine in front of him.

No, Ryan watched Dane as he poured himself a cup of coffee
before he sat at the table. Dane knew by the look on Ryan’s face that Ryan
wanted to talk.

And Ryan knew him well enough to know talking was the last
thing Dane wanted to do.

Vaffanculo
, it only took the sound of the shower for
his dick to get hard again. Just the thought of Evie naked and wet made him
react like a horny teenager.