Chapter 53
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
L arissa shivered as the warm water rained down on her. The sexual intent clearly visible on Moon’s face both thrilled and frightened her. She felt her nipples tighten when he cupped a breast, pulling it upward to meet his mouth.
“First, I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you again. Second, I’m going to make sure you know which sister I want. Then, I might, just might, let you go to sleep.”
The deep timber of his voice made her knees shake while a deep ache wanted her to respond in a wild and wanton way that she was sure Moon was used to—she still saw the same lack of true desire in his eyes.
He wanted to exert his dominance over her while holding himself back. From the way he carried himself with such confidence, strength, and power, when he was in a room, your eyes were drawn to him. She had seen it over and over when they had gone out. He had a tough visage, which caused men to stare at him enviously and draw women like a flame. There was never a hint of vulnerability that made her feel she was drawing closer to him emotionally.
Left with the choice, she could either take what he was willing to give her, or she could fight him for the control he was determined to have over her. Locking her knees, she decided to step out into a brave new world.
She slid her hand down his chest, feeling the slick flesh under her palm as she ignored the qualms warning her not to underestimate Moon. She had the sexual skills of a novice, while he was at PhD level.
“Fuck me …” Sultrily, she leaned forward to lick his bottom lip. “Pretty please.” She moved her hand downward and closed her hand around his cock. “You’re so hard …” she whispered into his mouth. “You know, I saw you at the bar that night,” she confessed, gripping Moon’s cock in a firm grip then gliding up and down in smooth movements.
Going slow, each time she reached the tip, she would teasingly slip her tongue into his mouth then quickly dart back before he could deepen the kiss. Their tongues began dueling as her hand started moving faster. Then Moon buried his hand in her hair, dragging her mouth away.
“You’re playing with fire.”
His hoarse voice excited her more than touching him. He was finally showing the same reaction when she responded to his touch.
“If I were afraid of being burned, I wouldn’t be with you.” She met his eyes defiantly. “All I could think of when I saw you sitting at the bar was how hot you looked. I’ve never approached a man in my life, but that night, I was about to get out of my seat when I saw Lana looking at you. She wanted you.” As she talked, Larissa continued to glide her hand over his cock, gradually continuing her speed. “We both wanted you. You have that problem a lot, don’t you, Moon? You told me I’m your old lady, want me to consider you my man, yet … you have no intention of belonging to any woman, do you?”
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.
“Jealous?”
She started struggling in his grasp. Using her movements to aid him, Moon sank a finger into her opening, sending an orgasmic spasm through her. She would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t held her in his grasp.
“I could hate you. I don’t care how many women you’ve been with!” She finally managed to say when she was able to form a coherent thought.
“Would you like a number?”
“You jerk!”
When she finally succeeded from him, she went into the bedroom to pull on a pair of pajamas as Moon stood in the bathroom doorway to watch her.
“I don’t need a number. I’m not stupid; you’ve been playing in the major league, while I’ve only been up to a bat a couple times in the little league. I may lack your experience, but that doesn’t make me totally inexperienced. This isn’t the first relationship I’ve been in, in which I’ve been more invested than the man. I lied to myself the first time, pretended I was just imagining he didn’t look at me the same way I looked at him … right up until my best friend told me they were sleeping together behind my back. All I ask is for you to be honest with me.”
She sat down on the bed and stared at him earnestly. “I know you’re in a hard position—a woman you had no relationship with is carrying your child. I ran off, and you want to make sure I don’t do it again. I could totally understand if you thought it would be easier to make a life with me rather than having to deal with all the other crap of having to deal with a potential custody fight or arrangements which could possibly leave you with little or no control on how your child is raised. I get that.”
Larissa dropped her guard and let Moon see how sincere she was being with him. “I don’t want you to have to live a lie. Not when you don’t have to. I’ll stay in Treepoint until our child turns eighteen. We can share joint custody. I won’t expect any money from you and will even carry the insurance. I’m even willing to let you be the one to decide how we split the time. I’m willing to do whatever it would take to make you happy, because I can’t keep fighting a losing battle with myself.”
Moon frowned at her. “What kind of battle?”
“To not fall in love with you.” Vulnerable, her voice dropped to a whisper.
As he strode across the carpeted floor, she didn’t have time to react before she found herself lifted and placed in the middle of the bed, with Moon pressing her down into the soft mattress.
“I love a good fight.”
“I’m serious, Moon. Sometimes, you frighten me.”
His head jerked up. “Why?”
“I don’t know why … I can’t explain it. I think you could be really cruel if you wanted to be.”
Moon ran a gentle finger across her cheekbone. “There’s no need to be frightened of me.”
His voice had dropped to a low purr, which made her nipples tighten. The seductive way he was looking down at her also had her stomach muscles clenching. God, Moon could make her hot with one look.
“I could never be cruel to you when you’re carrying my child.”
He gave her no assurances of what would happen after the baby was born, she noticed.
Grazing her lips with his before pressing down to part them, Moon didn’t give her the opportunity to say another word. Using all his skills, he reignited her desire until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please, Moon, I can’t take any more.”
“What do you want?” he growled into her ear as his fingers stroked her to a fever pitch.
“You … I want you,” she admitted.
“How?”
“Can I choose?”
“Oh yes, I’ll fuck you any way you want.”
The sexual promise in his voice nearly made her climax. Gritting her teeth, she tried to hold it back. She wanted his cock inside of her when she came.
“Can I ride you?”
Moon rolled off her then helped her straddle him. It was everything she could do not to let her eyes roll to the back of her head when he filled her.
“Do you want me to move?”
“Not yet. I don’t want to come yet,” she admitted.
He gave her a wicked grin. “Afraid I won’t be able to get it up again? There’s no need to worry. I’m not a one-trick pony.”
Biting her lip when he started teasing her nipples, she swatted his hand away. “You might have another round in you. I don’t.”
Any idea of controlling her climax went out the window as Moon started bucking underneath her. Boneless, her head dropped to his chest as her climax subsided, leaving her limp and angry at him.
“I wasn’t ready to come,” she told him peevishly.
“Saddle up; the night isn’t over yet. You’re going to ride again.”