"I am not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he groaned.
"You'll last as long as I want you to."
"No amount of words is going to stem the tide if you push too far, woman."
Grinning, she stopped rocking and a dropped a kiss on his neck, then worked her way down his chest. She circled his ni**les several times with her tongue, and then she captured one with her teeth, biting it lightly.
He shuddered, and she felt perspiration break out across his skin. She tasted the tiny droplets, savoring them as she ran her tongue over his flesh again. He tasted of salt, of desire, and of everything she'd ever longed for in her life, everything she'd thought she'd lost.
"Vannah,” he warned softly.
She trailed kisses up his neck then captured his mouth, kissing him with growing urgency. Both of them were trembling by the time she pulled away, their bodies hot and slick where flesh met flesh, and even wetter where flesh met silk.
But she didn't give him what he wanted—what she wanted—just continued to rock.
He groaned again, and this time it was a sound of deep frustration.
"I want be inside you,” he ground out. “I want to feel your hot, wet heat wrapped around me."
"Not yet,” she murmured. “But soon."
She ached for him—ached so fiercely it hurt. He pulsed against her, a promise of satisfaction that was so close and yet so far away. Yet his hard flesh touched all the right places as she rocked back and forth, back and forth.
Then the deep-down quivering began, spreading like wildfire across her skin. She rocked harder, and he gasped—a short sharp sound of desperation. Desire. The trembling in his body grew stronger and she knew he was battling for control.
But the ache in hers was growing, flooding across her senses, until it became a kaleidoscope of sensations that washed through every fiber of her being. Then the shuddering took hold and she gasped, grabbing his shoulders, trying to hold on until he was inside. She reached between them and thrust her panties to one side. Then she captured him, driving him deep, until it felt as if her very soul was being invading by the thick heat of his body. His groan was a sound of ecstatic relief. It was a sound she echoed as she held still, despite the demands of her body, wanting to enjoy this simple moment of oneness. Then he moved, and she could do nothing more than move with him, gently at first and then with growing urgency, until she was almost consumed by the sensations and need flowing through her. Then they did consume her, and she came, even as his body went rigid against hers and the hot rush of his seed spilled into her.
Almost immediately she collapsed against him, resting her cheek against his sweaty chest as she battled to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed his cheek against the top of her head.
"That beats coffee and breakfast any day."
She chuckled softly, but she didn't move, enjoying the moment of closeness while she could. “You wouldn't be thinking that if my dad chose this moment to walk in."
"Your dad doesn't scare me."
"You haven't met him yet."
He tucked a finger under her chin and raised it. He kissed her, and it was a kiss unlike anything she'd ever felt from him. Sweet but possessive, heated and yet oddly filled with intent.
"You're mine, Savannah, and I won't share you with anyone. Not even your father."
Annoyance flickered through her. So they were back to that. “Don't be ridiculous. Besides, the moon magic doesn't make me yours. It just holds me to a promise."
She rose from him and shuffled around in the darkness until she found their clothes. She tossed his to him and got dressed herself.
"I meant what I said.” His voice was little more than a rumble of annoyance coming out of the darkness to her left.
"So did I.” She zipped her pants and buttoned her shirt. “And you had better be aware that my sister is very much a part of my life, and that will never change. Not for anyone."
"I didn't mean that."
"I don't care what you meant. Truth is I won't ever be yours until I freely make that choice.” And the fact that she had made that choice wasn't something he needed to know right now. Not when he was still choosing to hide behind the safety of the moon magic and his work.
She strode across the room, guided by the glimmer of light seeping through the edges of the swinging doors, and brushed a hand across the wall, feeling for the light switch. She flicked all of them on, but nothing happened.
"Damn."
"What?” he said, instantly alert.