Moontide

Miami

Once they made it back to the hotel, Cindy let go of Ronan to quote “freshen up” (yes, she had to pee.) When she stepped out of the bathroom he was lying on the bed looking like death. She ran to place her hands on his chest, watching as before her eyes he went from being half-dead to his hale and hearty, ruthlessly sexy self again.

“What are we going to do,” she asked. “We can’t spend every waking second touching.”

Even as she said it, a whole host of incredibly hot possibilities sprang to mind. If just the touch of her hand brought him back to life, what would it be like to have full on naked contact with every inch of his incredible body? She swallowed.

Ronan didn’t answer right away. Once again, she felt like he could read all her juicy, sex-filled thoughts. His mouth inched up on one side and she nearly groaned. When he ran his hand along her arm, prickly sparks jumped all along her skin, shooting to her breasts and between her legs. She shifted and the telltale wetness in her panties couldn’t be ignored.

His smile grew like he knew.

She had no business being this attracted some guy she’d just met. You know, one with a curse of death on his head. But she couldn’t shake the desire he set fire to inside of her. Her eyes drifted shut as he continued to stroke her skin and she let herself forget that falling for someone from a completely different dimension was probably a bad idea.

A moment later, her eyes flew open when he caught her around the waist, swinging her up to straddle his hips on the bed.

“Is it so terrible, being shackled to me, cara?” He murmured.

Oh man, those words brought a whole new set of sexual fantasies to mind. Cindy looked down at the sensual curve of his mouth, sinking into the hard feel of him underneath her. Her body had no objections. Instead of the sick feeling that usually came over her at times like these, she wanted more of him… so much more.

Her core pressed down on his hard center and she rocked forward. All these new sensations had been lost to her until today. She was suddenly dying to learn just how much more the captain could make her feel. When he sank his fingers into her hips and held her against him, she nearly came from just the pressure. Her head dropped back as her eyes closed all on their own.

“No,” she said, her voice going husky, “not terrible.”

He chuckled, the rumble from it rolling through her body. She moved on him again, hungry for friction. His hands smoothed along her sides, gripping her ribcage, effectively stilling her attempts to grind the way her body was crying out for her to do. She might be a virgin, but she knew where these urges were heading. Just because no man had given her an orgasm yet didn’t mean that she hadn’t been able to get there on her own. Thank you, Duracell.

“Mmmh,” she groaned, but he didn’t relent, just held her, his thumbs framing her breasts. Slow and easy, he started to move his hands over those twin peaks until they filled both of his palms with their soft weight. Her nipples tightened.

“Aahh,” she sucked in a breath then looked down at him.

The color of his eyes had deepened to a lethal degree. She was in so much trouble, wanting him the way she did. Her body was positively straining for more and they hadn’t even known each other a full twenty-four hours!

“Oh,” she whimpered, “Ronan… I’ve never…”

“Mmmm? Never what cara,” he asked, with only half his attention as he continued to knead her breasts.

“Never… never,” she muttered, shaking her head slowly side to side. The term could be applied to so many things; never been this turned on before, never felt this way about any guy ever, had never known it could be absolutely impossible to separate yourself from another human being. Finally, she gave up on coherent thought, “… never mind.”

Then he stopped, wringing a frustrated sound from her as a thought broke through the dense haze that seemed to be swirling all around them. Her eyes popped open in time to watch his expression change, from lust laden to surprised, as realization dawned on him.

“You’ve never?”

He let the question hang in mid-air as his dark brows pulled together.

Cindy swallowed then shook her head, slow and pained. Oh no, was this a deal breaker? Now she was embarrassed, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his.

“Never,” he said again with a note of wonder.

Oh god, what if he stopped? She was still turned on as hell. That was a first for her. She’d die if he didn’t continue—just turn into a pile of sex-starved goo.

“Are you sure you want…”

“You,” she gasped out, nodding eagerly, “yes!”

His face broke into the most heart stopping grin she’d ever seen then he laughed out of relief as he resettled her weight against him.

She dipped her head, catching his mouth in a needy kiss. He grew and hardened even more in his pants as she pressed her body tighter to his, seeking relief from the ache that had blossomed in her at the same instant she’d put her hands on him earlier.

He moved his hands down to her hips again and skimmed his fingers underneath the hem of her shorts then squeezed. She deepened the kiss, breathing him in as one of his active hands stole inside her top to cup her breast. Nimble fingers rolled her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. Then he pinched, causing an even more intense flood of sensations. She started to drag her shirt up and off when a knock sounded at the door.

“Cindy, you in there?” Marley’s voice called from the other side of the door. Cindy ripped her mouth away from Ronan’s at the interruption. He shook his head at her, his eyebrows drawing together in a scowl.

*Ugh, just like a best friend to kill the mood. BTW, what do you think Marley has been up to while Cindy was off with Ronn at the lighthouse museum??

Stay tuned for more Moontide adventure… and spice! ;)

In the mean time, here’s the blurb for the free download I have over in the paid section of the lair:

Fresh out of the pages of a book, er… or video game, steps the villain she secretly fantasizes about. How could a character so attractive be so, well, bad? Their families’ history together goes way, way back, and Angel thought she could get away with admiring him from behind a screen, tormenting him for her own entertainment, while he stayed safely trapped inside a digital prison. But, now he’s here. In the real world. And this time around, Grimshaw Warvorecht has one thing on his mind… revenge!

Angel waited and waited for her power as a magickal to make itself evident. When she reached adulthood and it never did, she gave up hope. The legacy of her family would die with her. All she’d ever wanted was for a way to prove herself useful to the witches, warlocks and other magickals that hold evil at bay to present itself. Will a run in with the infamous Big Bad Wolf on Halloween night help her find it?

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