The movie ended about twenty minutes ago and we haven’t decided on another. I’m standing in the hallway stretching my arms when the front door opens. Moon sees me and his long legs stride in my direction without stopping.
“Hi, baby,” he whispers in my ear as he hooks his arm around my shoulder and pulls me tightly against him. His eyes are dark and stormy. I’m thinking the meeting did not go as well as planned. I give him a tight squeeze and notice Danita’s glare of death over his shoulder.
Too.
Damn.
Bad.
Moon is disheveled. His scruff is scruffier, his tie and jacket are off, and his shirt wrinkled. It might be two-thirty in the morning, but Moon always looks like he just walked out of a GQ cover shoot. This is a different man than the one I’ve grown accustomed to. Moon doesn’t look or speak to anyone after he greets me. He keeps his arm wrapped tight and leads me upstairs and straight to his bedroom. I give a tiny wave goodbye to the ladies below who are watching us before we’re hidden from view.
Moon closes the bedroom door and shoves me against it. My “Oomph” doesn’t stop his movements. He jerks my top over my head and throws it to the floor. I inhale sharply when his scruffy face slides across my skin from my neck down to my breasts. He pushes my bra cups under my breasts, squeezes one nipple with his rough fingers, and sucks the other one into his mouth. I hold onto his arms as blood rushes to my breasts. His sexy lips surround my nipple and he sucks so hard I go to my toes. There’s no gentleness in Moon. He squeezes my other breast, pinches the nipple, and then goes back to squeezing. His free hand skims across the skin of my belly, unbuckles the utility belt, and unsnaps my BDUs. He jerks down the zipper and pushes the pants over my ass and to my thighs. The weight of my gun pulls on the pants but they’re being stubborn. It occurs to me that I can help and I try, I swear. I’m stepping on the hems of the pant legs trying to get the fucking things over my boots. The suction on my nipple stops and Moon growls against my skin. He nips the side of my breast, sending me back to my toes while I squirm around like a mad woman. My attempt to get my pants off isn’t working. I fall against Moon in surrender.
He tips up my chin and the look in his dark and stormy eyes burns through me. I’m wet, needy, and frustrated, and so fucking turned on. I have trouble catching my breath and barely manage to moan, “Please.”
He stares at me for the longest time. There are a multitude of questions in his eyes. I don’t have answers, only need. I grow nervous and lick my lips. This is the dark side of Moon. The man who kills. The man who rules a crime syndicate. The man who rarely smiles or laughs. The man I’ve given my heart to.
He swings me up in his arms, keeping his gaze locked to mine. I let out a surprised yelp when he drops me on the bed. He lifts my leg and places it against his chest and then proceeds to unzip the side of my boot to pull it off. Fuck, his eyes are burning through me. I tremble. He doesn’t see it or he doesn’t care. He flings the boot away and lifts my other leg to repeat the process. My pants and underwear slide off easily after my boots are gone. He lets them drop to the floor, gun and all. He leans over me and lifts beneath my arms. I wrap my legs around his hips and circle my arms around his neck as he walks us back to the door.
When Moon wants door sex, I’m thinking he takes it.
His command is harsh and throaty. “Let go.” I release his hips and slide my feet to the floor. My legs are weak and I keep my arms locked around his neck. “Hands to your sides, palms flat.” He leans in and kisses me as I shakily do as told. He tears his mouth away, his harsh breath fanning over me. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and lifts me as soon as they clear his ass. My legs circle him again as he pushes me into the door. With a solid buck of his hips, his cock slides home. His fingers dig into my hips while he pounds me against the door. His lips slam over mine. The kiss is savage, painful, and consuming. His hands will leave bruises where they squeeze my flesh. I’m filled with his tongue and cock—both equally invasive as I fight for air.
This is Moon’s affirmation of life.
He slams into me with enough force that the door groans against my back. He lifts one hand and tugs the clip from my hair. He tangles his fingers through the strands and forces my head to the side. His cock continues driving into me as he nips along my jaw. His teeth light a path of fire as they move down my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans against my skin. With a last push he stays buried inside me until I feel the hot wetness that pulses from his cock. I’m not there. Not ready for this to be over.
Another thought hits me. No condom. I never thought about it and obviously neither did Moon. He slides his arms beneath mine and wraps his arms around my back so he can walk us to the bed with our bodies joined.
He moves us down to the bed, my back slides against the comforter, his cock hard even after his orgasm. “Are you on the pill?” he breathes against my throat.
“Shots,” I manage to articulate. I can’t think about it now, I need to fucking come.
Moon uses one forearm to prop his upper body up as his other hand glides over my flesh. His touch is sizzling and the closer he gets to where our bodies are joined, the more I burn. He rubs tight circles around my clit his head bent so he can see where we’re joined. I buck my hips and a low moan escapes my throat. I’m wet with Moon’s cum. His cock slides almost completely out of my pussy and then glides back in with the same slow intensity. My clit is a swollen mass of nerve endings helped along by the steady circle of Moon’s fingers. I try to lift my hips to relieve the building ache. Moon drops his head to my shoulder and breathes against my skin. His upper body sinks into me and his weight pushes me into the mattress while his lips find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder blade. He licks the skin. His tongue is wet and warm and rough. His cock continues to stroke my pussy. I’m jacked as high as I can go. My fingernails dig into Moon’s back, and I tighten my thighs and dig my heels in.
“Let go, baby.” His warm breath rolls across my skin.
So fucking easy for him to say. “Fuck me hard, Moon.”
“No, baby. Just.” He pulls away. “Like.” He sinks back in. “This.” He slides out. The tip of his cock rests against me. I scream and he laughs in that low sexy way that gets me every time. I’m so primed that when his cock pushes back inside me, the curling energy that concentrates between my thighs ignites. This isn’t a sweet orgasm. It’s violent and consuming. My head thrashes from side to side. My sex clenches him. My arms and legs clench him, and I bury my teeth into his flesh until I know I’ll leave my mark. He deserves it for driving me crazy.
I mindlessly ride out the waves. Never have I been brought to this level of need or this level of completion. I inhale our scent. Sex. Moon. Me. The combination is raw and savage. Hot and wild.
His fingers are now still and pressed against my clit. His cock is buried deep. Our skin is damp. These are the most basic of thoughts because that’s all I’m capable of. When Moon slides away, more ripples of energy pulse through me. He leaves me and removes his clothes completely. I don’t know whether this is good or bad. I can’t focus on more than the nerves that are still ringing with orgasm.
Moon rolls me over to my stomach and I’m nothing but a rag doll with flopping arms and legs. I can’t be a pretty picture. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass until my knees are beneath me. And then he comes home. His cock drives deep.
“Hold on, baby,” he huffs against my back.
There’s no more slow. No more finesse. Moon’s fingers clench my hips as he pounds into me from behind. I manage to pull a pillow against my mouth and I bite down. His cock hurts the super sensitive walls of my pussy. I scream into the pillow and bite down once more. I’m amazed when the edge of my last orgasm comes to life again. I hurt so fucking good. Moon feels so fucking fantastic as his cock drives into me. My body is his. My heart and soul, everything I am—is his. He slams deep one last time and his head comes down on my back as he releases his seed and groans against my naked flesh in the most primal way
.
He collapses on top of me and I realize I’m crying into the pillow. No man has ever done this to me. I’m incapable of moving. Moon rolls off me and bundles me in close. His heavy breathing fills the room. My silent tears fill the pillow.
In less than a week, I’ve fallen in love with Catch Xavier Moon.