Page 9 of Witch's Moon
Chapter 4
At the sound of his name, Caleb paused. For a minute he stood, hands thrust in his pockets, staring at the door. Could he just ignore her and walk away? He sighed and turned back. She was on the bed, the sheet pulled up over her breasts and tucked tightly under her arms.
The problem was he knew exactly what was hiding under that sheet. Every creamy curve and hollow. He’d looked after her for two days, and he’d kept everything strictly business, but it had been damned hard, and while he’d managed to keep his body under control, his mind was another matter. The number of times he’d imagined slaking himself in that sexy body was embarrassing. But for the most part, she’d been unconscious, vulnerable, and he’d never been attracted to vulnerability in a woman. He liked his women to be strong, independent. And awake. The sort of women you could rely on not to fall apart when you told them it was time to say good-bye.
Well, she looked pretty strong right now; any signs of weakness had vanished as soon as her voice returned. She was watching him with those amazing eyes, as though she could see into his very soul. He shook off the notion.
He had an idea she was about to get difficult. Want more than he was willing to give. So he needed to get her out of here. Fast. Before he decided that giving her whatever she wanted, and maybe getting a little something in return, was well worth the future aggravation.
“What?” he asked, injecting as little interest into the word as possible.
Her full lips curled into a smile. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
Her voice was soft, and little tremors of excitement skittered down his spine. He tried to ignore the sensation, concentrate on what was going on. She wanted something, and if he wasn’t careful, his dick was going to override his brain and decide it was worth whatever she asked. “What do you want?”
“I need to get home.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Would you take me?”
He could swear she actually fluttered her long eyelashes at him. His jaw clenched. Did she think all she had to do was flutter her lashes and he’d be hers to command? She allowed the sheet to slip, and the muscles tightened in his belly. He sighed and took a step closer.
“If you take me home,” she murmured, “I’ll reward you well.”
Her voice lowered to a husky contralto that sent shivers through his body. It had been a whole lot easier when she couldn’t speak. Another step brought him to the edge of the bed, and he stood, staring down at her. He allowed the heat to rise up in his eyes, and a flicker of uncertainty flashed across her features. A wild recklessness filled him. He tried to remind himself of all the reasons this was a bad idea.
He didn’t know what she was, but he was sure she wasn’t human—even before she’d been bitten. She came from a world he wanted no part of, a world he had turned his back on as soon as he’d been able to stand on his own. On top of that, she was now a werewolf, and heloathedwerewolves. But his logical arguments were being washed away by a need unlike anything he had experienced before. He tried to tell himself it was only lust, but the truth was he didn’t know what it was. He’d never felt anything like this. She called to something deep within him. He didn’t want it, but he couldn’t deny it, and maybe he shouldn’t fight it. Giving in would feel so damn good. He took a long deep breath.
“What if I want my reward now?”
The uncertainty in her expression was replaced with a flare of panic that she hid quickly. She was nowhere near as confident as she appeared—the thought pleased him.
Then she shrugged. “I don’t have any money with me.”
“I don’t want your money.”
“You don’t?”
He lowered his gaze to the swell of her breasts above the white cotton sheet, then back up to her face. “You know what I want.”
Her eyes flickered around the room before returning to him. She licked her lower lip, and Caleb’s temperature shot up. The last remnants of his good intentions vanished into the night. His cock pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans, and his balls ached. He needed this. He deserved this. It didn’t have to mean anything, just a quick fuck, then he’d take her home, and that would be it.
He placed one knee on the bed and leaned over her. She didn’t try to back away, and some of the tension inside him relaxed. He ran his fingers through the long, silky strands of her hair—so soft—then curved his hand round her nape, cradled the base of her skull, and tipped her head back for his kiss.
She had a wide, lush mouth, and with the first taste, he was lost. His mouth slanted over hers and his tongue pushed inside. She was all hot, moist sweetness, and he groaned against her lips, deepening the kiss. He needed to be closer, and he climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips without breaking the contact. She kissed him back, and the first stroke of her velvet tongue sent him over the edge.
A need awoke inside him—a need he hadn’t even known existed. He leaned back on his heels. She was flushed and breathing hard. He hooked a finger in the sheet held at her breasts, tugged it down so the soft cotton fell to her waist.
His eyes dropped, and his breath caught in his throat.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured.
Her breasts were full, pouting, the peaks dark-red, already swollen. He breathed in deeply and caught the scent of her arousal. Cupping both breasts in his palms, his thumbs rubbed over the taut peaks, and she moaned. He bent his head and stroked his tongue over one, then the other, until they glistened with moisture. Her arms lifted, her fingers sliding through his hair, holding him to her.
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It had been so long since a man had kissed her, held her. When his mouth closed over her nipple, Regan melted inside, and when his teeth bit down gently, a jolt of intense pleasure shot from her breast down through her body to pool at the base of her belly. She clenched her thighs, pressing the swollen nub that lay between them. Her head fell back, her hips rose without conscious thought, and a whimper of need trickled from her throat. She was past caring. It felt too good. She couldn’t believe she had gone so long without this, without the caress of a man’s hands, a man’s mouth.
