Blood Moon (Silver Moon, #3) - By Rebecca A. Rogers Page 0,12

have no idea what I do to him. He draws me closer by the throat, gripping it tighter. My eyes half-lidded, I gaze at his curved mouth drawing nearer and nearer to mine. Our lips meet again. My eyelids close on their own accord, and I open myself up to him. His searing breath heats my mouth, delivering more luscious shivers up and down my spine. When his tongue slides out and flicks my lips, leaving a wet trail, my entire body smolders with longing. Every inch of me is ablaze from within.

“God, Ben, please don’t stop,” I plead. This doesn’t even sound like the Candra I know. Who am I, and where did this voice come from? Am I actually begging Ben to do anything he wants to me? I really have lost my mind. But people say love makes a person do crazy things. I believe that.

He chuckles against my throat, gruffly, sending yet another wave of pure bliss across my skin. I honestly don’t know how much more I can handle. One minute it’s my plan to seduce him, the next he’s seducing me. How did this happen?

“As much as I want you,” he says, languidly sweeping his tongue up and down the side of my neck, “I don’t think it should be here, while people are sleeping in the next room.” He pulls my surprised face toward him, until our foreheads meet. With one final kiss, he coaxes me to turn around, my back against his chest.

I’ll admit it: I’m disappointed. My hopes and dreams just came crashing down with one swift blow from Benjamin “Virtuous” Conway. Who knew he could be so honorable? Instead of moping, I shrug off the incident. I’m sure there will be plenty more where this came from.

Distracting me from my thoughts, Ben scoops up the bath water and drizzles it over my shoulders, kissing me where it cascades. His hands rub every inch of my body, and my back arches every time he massages near a sinful area. I even let a couple of throaty groans escape. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“You said we couldn’t do this,” I tell him, unsure how I found my voice.

He sweeps my hair aside, planting delicate kisses on the back of my neck. “I said we couldn’t do that”—more kisses—“but I definitely didn’t say anything about this.”

I shiver and attempt to pull away, but he forcefully grabs my waist, palm even against my lower abdomen, and jerks me against him. I can’t move; he’s too strong.

“Uh-uh,” he playfully scorns. Lips brushing against my ear, he whispers, “You wanted to seduce me, but that didn’t work out so well, did it?”

I endeavor to wrestle out of his grasp. “You read my mi—?”

He flattens me against him, even more intimate than before. “You haven’t done a very good job,” he continues, “especially when I can do it better.” One of his hands covers my mouth, while the other slides lower underneath the water, finding the source for my internal fire. I squeal against his hand, but he tugs my head so it rests on his shoulder. “Hush,” he murmurs against my ear. My hands press against the tub’s walls distractedly, but they begin to slide off as soon as Ben finds his rhythm. Water churns in cadence with him, and I’m left at his mercy. God help me, though, because I don’t want him to have any mercy on me. At all.

Every nerve ending in my body is about to explode. There’s an inferno raging in my lower stomach, and I’m doing all I can to stifle moaning. Ben’s not helping, either; he licks and sucks on my earlobe, then initiates a full-blown grunting session. It’s all I can do not to scream out. Not only are his hips moving with the stroke of his hand, but mine are moving against him. My fingernails dig into the skin on his forearm, part of me wishing he will end this wicked torture immediately, the other part needing him to finish. I reach behind me, finding him, moving my hand in tempo with his. His growls become agonizing, like he’s offering me a silent plea to end his agony.

“Fuck yes, I want you to end it,” he says through gritted teeth, not even bothering to lower his tone.

I honestly don’t care at the moment. I don’t care if I scream his name and all of Colchester hears me. Right now, nothing else in the world