EdgeofMoonlight
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It helped to contain the raging lust coursing through his body.
He was starting to wonder if he was more drunk than he’d thought. He’d never had this reaction to a woman. Hell, not even when he’d been a teenager and perpetually horny.
This was…almost like a fever, one he had to get under control before they reached the apartment. The way he felt right now, he’d be ripping off her clothes before he got her inside.
Cars zoomed by, the thump of a bass and the annoying buzzsaw of a fucked-up muffler filling the air. They didn’t speak but the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. It held anticipation that grew with every step.
He glanced at his watch. Almost ten p.m. At least four hours until Evie got home.
He didn’t want to waste a second. He thought about picking Kaine up and running for the apartment but figured that might be pushing it.
She could get frightened and bolt, even though he hadn’t had to twist her arm to get her to leave with him.
He’d been almost afraid to touch her since they’d left the bar because maybe he was dreaming and he didn’t want it to be over yet.
Hell, she’d practically flat-out asked to come home with him.
Maybe he should be worried that she’d agreed so fast. She didn’t know him but she didn’t seem to have any fear of him. Did that mean she was a nutcase?
Or did she feel the same irrational lust for him that he did for her?
He stole a glance down at her, walking at his side. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder and that unusual hair hid her features from view. She looked like a teenager, and a boy, at that, with the hoodie covering her from her shoulders almost to her knees.
He couldn’t wait to strip her down to her skin and reveal the sleek, muscled body he suspected was hidden under all that clothing.
She wasn’t anything like the women he typically dated. She wasn’t blond and built like a supermodel. And she probably had more brains than his last three dates combined.
Kaine’s dark eyes held a sharp intelligence and she walked with a confidence most men didn’t have.
It made him hot as hell.
He walked faster and, though her legs were shorter than his, she had no trouble keeping up.
Just before they reached the house with the rose hedge that he could see from his apartment’s front window, John touched her shoulder and directed her to cross the street.
Unable to help himself, he let his hand rest on her elbow. For some reason, he needed that contact, needed to touch her.
She didn’t pull away.
Taking her around the side of the building, he opened the private entrance to the stairway to their third-floor apartment.
He waved her in front of him and nearly tripped up the steps as he watched her tight ass sway all the way up.
By the time they reached the top floor, he had a hard-on threatening to bust his jeans. He had to unclench his fists to get the key out of his pocket and the width of his hand tightened the material against his cock until he hissed in a sharp breath between his teeth.
She glanced up at him at that moment, her dark gaze meeting his. The raw lust in her expression made something snap inside him.
Like an overwound rubber band breaking, his control shattered and it was all he could do to fumble the key into the lock and get the door open.
He crowded against her, practically pushed her into the apartment, wanting to cover her with his body.
Irrational instinct made him want to subdue her even though he knew she wouldn’t submit. At least, not without a fight.
Christ, he looked forward to the challenge.
He couldn’t quite contain his groan when she reached for him. But he nearly came in his pants when she gripped his shirt and ripped it open.
Buttons flew, cotton tore and for one brief second, he thought he could contain the animalistic lust that made him want to pull down her pants, toss her over the arm of the couch and fuck her hard and fast.
“Christ, Kaine—”
“Shut up and kiss me, John. Please.”
It was the “please” that broke his control, combined with the heat in her eyes.
He dropped his mouth over hers, but he didn’t have to go far because she reached up to meet him.
He lifted his hands to cup her face but she had his shirt down around his elbows by that time. For a brief second, as his mouth opened over hers and their tongues clashed for that first, intoxicating taste, he was trapped. He couldn’t move his arms, he couldn’t touch her and that nearly made him crazy.
With a growl, he snapped his arms straight so the shirt could fall away. Hands now free, he reached for her jeans, for the zipper.
But of course, her jeans didn’t have a zipper. Four difficult buttons impeded his progress and he needed both hands to open them.
He felt her hands pull his plain white undershirt out of his waistband and the touch of her skin on his overheated flesh made him groan into her mouth.
She kissed him with the same desperation he felt as he worked the buttons. Her hands spread across his back for a brief second, as if soaking in his heat. Then she went to work on his belt and pants. Scant seconds later, he felt his pants drop to the floor and her hands pushed under the waistband of his boxer briefs to cup his ass.
Oh, fuck.
His cock throbbed as he toed off the loafers he hated and pushed her tight jeans down her legs. Releasing her mouth for two seconds, he bent to toss his wallet at the couch then rose to tear the sweatshirt over her head and settle his mouth over hers again.
He couldn’t get enough of her taste, so hot and sweet, as he swept his hands down her arms just to feel the silk of her skin before he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted that, as well.
Now he took a moment to look down, to take in the sight of Kaine naked and beautiful before him.
She wore no bra and didn’t need one. Her breasts were small but perfect, high and firm, her nipples tight and ruddy red.
He wanted to stop and stare but her hands continued to move, pulling up his undershirt so she could rip it over his head. Then she grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. He sucked in a breath as her hands brushed the tip of his cock before she yanked the briefs down his legs.
His hands covered her breasts at the exact moment one of hers wrapped around his shaft and the other cupped his balls.
Kaine gasped, her eyelids fluttering shut for a brief moments before she lifted her head to stare into his eyes. In the darkness of the apartment, her eyes looked black, bottomless. He had the oddest sense that he’d seen them before and not just in his dreams.
Then his body shuddered as she began to slide her warm hand up and down his shaft.
She held his gaze as she did it, watched as he fell more deeply under her control. It was a strange sensation. Typically, he was the one in control during sex, just by virtue of his personality.
He’d let this woman he’d just met do whatever she wanted.
And right now, she wanted to stroke him. Slow and tight, she pumped his shaft as her other hand played with his balls. Her steady motion combined with her hot gaze made his heart pound while his blood heated.
God damn, her hands…
He felt the heated rush of orgasm building and wanted to come right then. Just let himself go in her hands.
It almost seemed as if that’s what she wanted.
Shit, was he that much of a pushover?
Fuck no.
Without warning, he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her so her feet hung off the ground. Luckily, she released him, her hands going instead to his shoulders as he started to walk. He only needed to go a few steps. The couch was right behind him.
But she wasn’t going to let him get that far.
Her hips shifted as she lifted her legs around his waist. And the tip of his cock slid against the wet lips of her pussy.
They both gasped, and electricity sparked through John’s body as he shuddered to a stop.
r /> “Christ, Kaine,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Don’t—”
She arched her back, moving her hips until she had his cock poised to enter. “Shut up and do me. Please.”
He didn’t think he’d be able to stop now if the world was ending.
Reaching between her legs, he positioned his cock and thrust into her.
Tight, hot. Holy hell, she clasped him like a fist. So tight he was almost afraid to thrust again for fear he’d hurt her.
But then she moved, wriggling against him, his shaft forging more deeply into her, every inch a victory that made him feel like a conquering hero. He wanted to savor the moment.
“Oh gods, John.” She sounded almost as if she were going to cry. “Don’t stop. I need you.”
And he needed her. So much so, he burned with it.
Forcing himself to take the last few steps, every movement causing lust to streak through his body, he made it to the couch and sank down in the middle.
Then, like they’d done this a hundred times before, Kaine’s knees bent on either side of his hips as he grabbed hers and sealed her mouth with his.
He drew back to thrust again and felt something cool touch his thigh.
His wallet.
Shit. Condom. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten one till now.
“Kaine, hang on.” By touch, he fished the condom from his wallet and eased her off him for the few seconds it took to sheath himself.
“What— Oh.” She watched his every move, her body trembling.
When he reached for her, she practically dove into his arms, lifting her hips and sliding down on him so fast, she took his breath away.
Then she started to move.
Kaine set the pace, hard and fast, and he let her. She kissed him with fire and passion, her tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock into her body.
Cupping her ass with one hand, he moved the other between their bodies, sliding a finger between them so he could flick her clit with each downward thrust. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if he might try to get away.
Their skin slick with sweat, they strained together as one. John felt her every breath, every pulse of her muscles around him. The intensity of their passion felt like adrenaline rushing through his blood.
He couldn’t hold her close enough, couldn’t get deep enough inside her. He needed her to come, to feel her break apart around him, because it was him.
With each flick of his finger, he learned what made her moan, what made her shudder. Feeling his own release building, he stroked her clit and had the fierce satisfaction of feeling her body tighten just before her contractions started, milking his cock until he exploded into the warmth of her body.
For the first time in forever, he wished like hell that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Making her his.
Forcing the thought out of his head, he wrapped his arms around her still shaking body, her head falling onto his shoulder and her warm breath blowing against his skin.
“Jesus, that was fast.”
Well, shit. The filter between his brain and his mouth must have dissolved along with his control.
She shook against him and it took him a few seconds to realize she was laughing.
“Yeah, it was.” She leaned away, just far enough to stare into his eyes. “But I don’t have a curfew. Do you?”
Amazingly, heat began to build. “No, no curfew.”
Her smile made his cock twitch. “Then I guess we have time to go for slow.”
Kaine tried not to smile like an idiot but couldn’t quite manage to control it.
She’d like to think the alcohol was still a factor but she knew better.
It was all John.
With his arms wrapped around her and their bodies still joined, she wanted to rest her head on his shoulder and sleep. Then let him wake her as he carried her to bed so they could explore each other more thoroughly.
This first time had taken off some of the edge but she still wanted him.
Would always want him.
No, she wasn’t going to think about that. That way led to heartbreak and tears.
As if he sensed her distress, John tilted his head back to look down at her. His gaze held a question but she had no desire to talk. She only wanted to touch him, kiss him. She wanted him inside her body, making her forget everything but physical ecstasy.
Pressing her mouth against his, she kissed him hard, let their lips meld together and her tongue slip against his as he responded to her kiss.
His hands, already spread across her back, flexed and kneaded then started to slide down until he cupped her ass in his hands. His body radiated heat and strength. Her hands smoothed from his shoulders down to his bulging biceps.
She reveled in the feel of his skin against hers and her hips rolled as he twitched inside her.
He drew back with a groan and she would’ve followed him if he hadn’t cupped her face in his hands to halt her progress.
“Hang on.”
She had a moment to realize what he intended before he slid forward on the couch, wrapped his arms around her and stood, the strong muscles of his legs bunching beneath her thighs before he lifted her higher on his body.
As he stood, his cock slid from her and she swallowed at the sensation against her most sensitive skin.
With her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, he carried her like she weighed nothing. The apartment wasn’t huge and it took less than a minute for him to reach his bedroom.
Even though it was dark, she could see the Spartan nature of the room.
A chest against the wall, another next to the bed that was smaller than her own at home.
He pulled the comforter down and set her on the cool sheets before leaning down to kiss her hard and fast. “You need to use the bathroom?”
She shook her head, restraining herself from grabbing onto those strong arms and pulling him back to her.
“Then I’ll be right back,” he said.
Nodding, she let her fingers curl into the sheets. “Hurry.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, as if she’d stroked him. His jaw set and he nodded just once before striding through a door on the opposite side of the bed.
She watched him walk away, watched the muscles of his thighs and ass bunch and move under his skin.
Blessed Goddess, the man was a work of art.
She was still staring at the door when it reopened and he stepped out again. He’d gotten rid of the condom and his cock had already hardened enough to stand away from his body.
She couldn’t help her smile. He wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him.
Turning toward him, she watched him stop several feet away from the bed and let his gaze travel her entire body. He started at the top of her head, held her gaze for only seconds before moving onto her lips. Her mouth parted under his stare as if he’d pressed his lips against hers and she had to work to draw in air to her starved lungs. That drew his eyes down to her breasts.
Kaine had never had any reason to care what anyone else thought of her body. She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her and she wasn’t overly muscled. But she definitely didn’t have a chest that drew men’s attention. At least not other men’s attention. John seemed to like what he saw, if the faster pace of his breathing and the hardening of his erection was anything to go by.
She wanted to lay back on the bed and stretch, preen for him. She’d never considered doing that for anyone else.
When his gaze dropped again and settled on the dark curls between her thighs, she felt her muscles go liquid.
If he were lucani, he’d be able to smell how aroused she was. Hell, maybe he could anyway.
His expression hardened with lust, the hands at his sides tightening into fists before he forced them to relax as he took the few steps back to the bed.
When he finally stood beside the bed, she thought he’d join her. Instead, he stopped with his knees almost against the side of the matt
ress, close enough to touch, and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“I know this is going to sound really stupid after what we just did but…are you sure we haven’t met before?”
It took all her acting ability to let her mouth curve in a slight smile. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered you, John.”
He nodded, releasing an amused breath. “Yeah. I feel the same. But damn it, I swear I’ve been dreaming about you.”
Her heart nearly jumped into her throat. Goddess, what she wouldn’t give to have him truly remember her. And accept her for what she was.
But that would never happen. This night was the only time they’d have. And she wasn’t about to kill the mood by dissolving into a puddle of tears now.
Maneuvering her body until she lay on her back, she curled one arm over her head and let the other drape over her stomach. She wanted him to join her, not break her heart with his talk of dreams. “Well, you’re not dreaming now.”
Flattening her hand on her stomach, she let her fingers brush against the curls on her mound. His eyes narrowed as he followed her movement, his cock pulling high and tight against his stomach.
Letting her hand drift lower, she used her middle finger to tease her clit, spreading her legs so John could watch.
She forced herself to keep her own eyes open. When she’d gotten herself off in the past couple of months, she’d always had her eyes closed, thinking of him. Now he stood here next to her and she wanted to make sure she saw him watch her. At least until she couldn’t take it anymore and made him cover her with his body and fuck her into oblivion.
Her body trembled with lust, her lungs straining for air as she stroked her clit. Pleasure tingled in her pussy and deeper, clenching spasms made her sheath burn to be filled.
By him. Only by him.
She was on the brink, just from the touch of her own finger and his proximity, his gaze on her. She wanted to come, needed to—
Her eyes closed and, in the next second, John pushed his legs between hers, spreading her wide as he grabbed her hand and held it up and away from her.
She released a frustrated cry that was cut short when he put his mouth over her lower lips and set about making her come with practiced skill and determination.