Page 146 of Moon Claimed

I’d felt his mouth on my body, and judging by both our scents, we both wanted a repeat of what happened that night.

Thinking about it made it hard to breathe.

“Are you thinking of my head between your thighs?” Sascha whispered, pressing a kiss in the crook of my neck.

Straddling him, my legs trembled. “I could be. You?”

“I had a different point of view,” he answered. “A delicious point of view. But yes, I’m thinking of everything you laid bare for me.”

I had a dirty talker. My favourite.

I brought my lips to his ear. “You know, that was the wettest I’ve ever been. I was so ready for you.”

His breath hitched, and his want threatened to consume me.

It was the perfect suspense. He’d agonise over me for days.

Pushing back, I left him on the couch. His gaze scorched me from head to toe in my one-piece swimsuit and drenched sarong.

“I have to find my friends.” I walked to the door.

His arm around my waist stopped me short.

“I’ve got a different idea,” he growled.

Sascha swept a hand up my side, and I gasped a moan as his thumb brushed my nipple. He swept back down, spinning me to face him.

The Luther watched me closely as he cupped between my legs.

My breath stalled as he hooked a finger in the crotch of my swimsuit, drawing it to one side.

“My idea is… we do a repeat of that night.” He looked at me.

My body almost took matters into its own hands. His fingers were so close to something that had wanted himbadsince I first shifted.

God, it wouldn’t take long.

“Tempting,” I whispered. “How about another time? Wade and Cameron will be looking for me.”

Sascha’s brows climbed. “Really?”

His surprise was a reality check. What did I say?

Oh, shit.

I’d just told him I was available for future orgasms and not just accidental ones.

“I…” I glanced away. “I don’t know.”

“And it’s meyou want to do that with,” Sascha said, somehow more intent than he’d been seconds before. “Not just anyone?”

I tried to step back but stopped abruptly at a tearing sound.

We stared at the crotch of my swimsuit.

What used to be a crotch.

“Sascha,” I groaned, grabbing the two ends of my suit. “I have nothing else to wear.”