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)
Larissa felt his body tense against hers, and it wasn’t because he was about to climax. She had hit a nerve; she could sense it. In fact, she could practically see the shock he was hiding behind his remote demeanor. His body might be responding to her touch, but his mind was free and clear. No matter how his body reacted, his mind refused to succumb to whatever the temptation.
Lowering her mouth to his shoulder, she licked the droplets of water off his tanned skin. “You’re such a hardass. You have no intention of ever letting anyone have control over your life. That’s why you switch back and forth between clubs. You can stay for as long as you want. And when too much is expected of you, you find a way to go back to the other club.”
“Shut up,” he growled, trying to shrug away from her mouth.
“Make me.”
He groaned, tightened his hand in her hair, jerked her head away from his shoulder, and slammed his mouth down on hers. She felt the angry passion he kissed her with. She must have gotten too close to the truth, and Moon didn’t like it, not one little bit.
“Why is it, when we have sex, you can’t just shut the hell up and fuck?” Gripping her wrist, he moved her hand away from his cock. Then he turned the shower off and opened the shower door to grab a towel before turning back to her.
She bit her lip and didn’t say anything else, discerning from his jerky movements that she had pushed him too far.
After roughly rubbing her dry, Moon pulled her toward the vanity, where he took out the blow dryer, plugged it into the wall socket, and started blow drying her hair. Larissa watched him through the mirror.
“If I weren’t pregnant with your baby, you would never have given me the time of day,” she stated flatly.
“You were sitting in the back corner, left side. I saw you when you went to the bathroom two times. I kept waiting for Lana to come over to talk to me, and when she did, I was going to ask her who her friend was.”
Larissa stared at him in the mirror, trying to discern the truth from his expression. “You could have come over.”
Moon’s lips curled in a smile. “And how do you think Sex Piston and Killyama would have reacted if I had?”
Wryly, she made a face at him.
“Exactly.” Picking up the brush, Moon started brushing her hair. “I was interested but not enough to face that firing squad.”
Larissa laughed. “I can’t say I blame you.”
He turned off the dryer to stare at her in the mirror. “Your breasts are getting bigger.” He tweaked her nipple with his thumb. “You’re sexy as fuck.”
Standing behind her, Moon played with her breasts. His concentration renewed her nervousness.
“I’ve never really been a breast man. I prefer …” His hand dipped much lower.
Embarrassed from where his hand had gone, she tried to turn her head away. His other in her hair held her head in place.
As he stared at her fixatedly, Moon used his thigh to part her stance wider. She could only stand there helplessly, waiting for his next movement.
This was payback. She inexplicitly sensed his mood. He wanted to see how far she would go before calling a halt to whatever game he had decided to play with her. Feeling like a tiny mouse caught between a furious lion’s paws, Larissa was frightened whatever move she made would be the wrong choice. So much for stepping into a brave new world.
“Moon …” Hearing the hitch in her own voice, Larissa wanted to bop him with the blow dryer he had laid aside at the satisfaction she could read in his eyes. Dominance oozed out of him, from the tight grip he held her hair in to the possessive hand blatantly playing with her. Larissa focused on the bright red color flooding her cheeks rather than the fingers rubbing her clitoris.
“The next time we shower together, I’m going to shave you. Why hide this beauty?”
“I can do it myself.”
Moon clicked his tongue reprovingly at her. “And spoil my fun? Why would you steal that enjoyment from me?” He took a step back and took her with him. The movement provided a better view of what he was doing to her. “You’re so wet. You want me, don’t you?”
As Larissa felt the hard length of his penis pressing against her lower back, her head fell back on his chest. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when his fingers were propelling her toward another climax.
“I want you; is that what you want to hear? You already know that. It’s obvious every time you touch me. I have no willpower where you’re concerned. But you’re used to that, aren’t you?” She studied his expression and saw the truth he didn’t try to hide. Here came the payback. She had slipped under his guard however briefly when she had tried to make him lose control; that was untenable to him.