Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“I just got here. Papa needs some me time with Mama before heading home. What’s the rush? Sexy-as-fuck costume, by the way. Lily came by the factory to meet Shade. She told me how fantastic you looked, but damn … fantastic doesn’t do you justice. I have a few better adjectives I would have used.”
“I don’t want to keep Mom out so late,” she lied huskily. Fearful that her expression would reveal more than she wanted it to, she kept her back to him.
“I just talked to Kendra; they’re good. Jace is already asleep, and she’s going to bed. We’ll be home before Jace wakes up for his next feeding.”
She wanted nothing more than to turn in his arms and confess what she had done, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit that she had made another colossal mistake while at the clubhouse.
She promised herself that if she didn’t break down in tears, she would lock herself in and never leave her house again. Well, other than to go to work. She wouldn’t even go grocery shopping. And she would confess to Moon … once she got a few beers in him.
With his chest plastered to her back, her stomach quivered in longing. How could she want to drag him upstairs into his bedroom after the stupid mistake she had just made? She didn’t know; only that she did. The big ass had the ability to turn her insides into a big marshmallow. All she could focus on was burning the warlord’s image from her mind.
Cut it out, Larissa. You’re losing it, she thought hysterically. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about Moon being upset about what had happened. He would just rub it in that she had only gotten one vote while she was here.
Dismally, she pleaded with him, “I’m not in the mood anymore. I want to go home.”
“I can’t put you in the mood?”
How was she supposed to resist his seductive murmur in her ear?
Moon’s muscled arm holding her around the waist tightened, pulling her back until she could feel his hard sex against her bottom.
In the background, she heard the song “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man.
“Come on; dance with me.”
Oh, sweet Lord, give me the strength to resist the dark promise I can hear in his voice.
Her prayer went unheard as she bonelessly allowed herself to be turned in his arms and propelled to where the furniture had been moved aside and everyone was dancing.
Maintaining his firm hold on her, she nearly slipped away from the trance Moon’s body had lulled her into when he turned her around in his arms.
The music switched from “Human” to “Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon, which snapped her back to reality for a split-second until Moon drew her back close to him. The sensual movements he had exhibited with the hula hoop were nothing compared to how his body moved against hers as they danced.
Like a drowning victim, she gasped for air when one of his hands cupped her bottom, making her uncoordinated movements flow in unison with his.
Making one last-ditch effort to save herself, she wedged her arms between them. “I think we should go.”
“If you’re thinking, then I’m doing something wrong.” With one of his hands, he gripped the back of her hair, tilting her face up, and then Moon tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Larissa”—Moon dipped his mouth to hers—“shut up.”
The erotic pull of his voice engulfed her again. This time, she wasn’t strong enough to fight. Instead, she willingly gave in to his erotic kiss.
One song blended into another as they swayed together. She was so oblivious to what was going on in the room, it wasn’t until Moon stopped dancing, sliding an arm over her shoulders and steering her to the staircase, that she came back down to earth.
“Where are—”
She forgot what she was about to say at Moon’s throaty growl as he nuzzled the curve of her neck.
This amorous Moon, she had never dealt with before. He had aroused her to the point that if he led her off a cliff, she would willingly jump. Having all Moon’s attention focused directly on her, as if his only goal was to get her in bed, was a heady emotion for a girl who had become used to being called a freak before she was six. As she grew older, the taunts and name-calling had gotten even worse. Boys her own age didn’t tend to be kind when their developing masculinity was threatened by a girl who was taking college level courses while they were just learning the basics of algebra. Lana and Priss, who had similar issues, had been her only friends. If not for them, she truly didn’t think she would have been able to bear the isolation she had gone through.