Midnight Moonrising (Moonrising #2)(78)

Deciding it was probably best to let her decide, he gave her another option. "Are you sleepy? You must be exhausted after the day you've had."

"Nope." She shook her head. "Are you sleepy?"

"Wide awake."

"Are you hungry?"

"Famished," she said, and licked those lips. His eyes were drawn there again, and he had to fight with himself not to grab her and kiss the ever-lovin' shit out of her right then and there.

Clearing his throat, he made his feet do the near impossible—take a step back. "Really? I could fix you—" Shit! It's been months since I've shopped for food! What the hell am I going to fix her, Ramen Noodles?

"I'm not hungry for food, Alex."

"You—you're not?" he stammered out.

She shook her head again. "Huh-uh."

"Well, uh…"

Mena wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.

Yes, definitely a dream. And anyone stupid enough to wake me up will get a beating they'll never forget.

Taking her lead, he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss and tasting her fully. He longed to taste the rest of her, but until she gave him a hint that it was okay, he wasn't about to go there. It was still all too soon, never mind the fact that he'd wanted her since he'd first met her. Now that he knew what an ass her husband had been, he didn't have the same reservations, but the guy wasn't even cold in the ground yet. There was still some semblance of propriety to think about.

Although, propriety was the furthest thing from his mind as Mena suckled on his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth with something that resembled desperation. A rumbling growl came from deep in his chest, and to his surprise, she answered with a growl of her own.

Her hands wandered down his back, touching and exploring his muscles. The whole time, he did his best to kiss her senseless. When they landed at his waist, her fingers toyed with the handcuffs he kept clipped there.

"Can we play?" One of her eyebrows quirked up mischievously, and his groin tightened. He could easily admit this was one of his many fantasies involving Mena.

"Only if I'm the one doing the cuffing," he muttered between kisses, allowing himself to taste the sensitive skin on her neck. Jesus, she tasted like heaven.

"Can I do it later?" she asked breathily.

"Hell, yeah." Scooping her up in his arms, Alex stalked to the bedroom, taking that as the all clear. Tossing her on the bed, he managed some semblance of control as he unclipped his cuffs, sidearm and shield, laying them all on the nightstand. "Get naked." The words came out gritty with lust.

She eagerly complied, shucking her shirt and bra, before squirming out of her jeans. Watching her body writhe and undulate with the machinations of stripping snapped his tenuous hold on sanity.

He launched himself at her, manhandling Mena the way he wanted her until her wrists were cuffed together, looped through a bar on his headboard. Feeling her soft skin under his was like caressing heaven. He could do it all damn day.

"Okay?" He tested her restraints, and the unadulterated lust shining from her eyes accompanied by her slight nod made him practically weep with joy.

For all their talk, chicks didn't normally dig this, not that he'd had time to bring many home. They always joked about the cuffs, but as soon as things got serious, all bets were off.


Mena lay there, willing, eager, and writhing with desire, so he set out to please her. His goal for the night: to make Mena scream his name.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Alex slowly stripped, watching her. Naked. Writhing on his bed.

His erection bounced against his belly, throbbing with need, but he clamped a fist around it, and told it to chill out. It wasn't his turn yet.

Slowly, Alex crawled over Mena's body, blanketing her warmth with his. She pressed up against him, until he took one of her pert nipples in his mouth, and she arched up, gasping. The handcuffs rattled as she tried to get out, but her moans told him not to stop. As he brought one nipple to a stiff peak, he played with the other one, twisting it almost to the point of pain. Her moans of encouragement only spurred him on.

She tasted like the wilderness, like camping in the Alabama forests on his rare weekends off—fresh, earthy, and with a faint touch of musk that sent him reeling. As his other hand travelled her body, Alex realized that this one time with Mena would never be enough.

His mouth trailed lower, leaving her breasts alone for now, until his tongue dipped into her navel and swirled around before continuing on its travels. He looked up to see her watching him, the look in her eyes akin to wonder as he did his damnedest to evoke the same sense of pleasure from her that he was getting from this.

When he reached her slick sex, she cried out right before his lips latched onto the little bundle of nerves and sucked. Her back arched on the bed as she dug her heels into it, and he wrapped his strong arms around her hips to hold her still until he was finished.

She was stronger than she looked though, and she ground her pelvis against his chin. He continued to suck, not giving her the pleasure of gentler movements. He wanted her to know of his need for her, needed her to know what she did to him, how she made him feel so good while at the same time breaking his heart by not telling him the truth. The thought crossed his mind to deny her orgasm until she told him what she was hiding, so he went with it, knowing it was probably going to be more torture for him than her.