Page 22 of Over the Moon (Rosewood River #3)

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Eloise

“She’s torturing this poor bastard,” he griped, as we were wrapped around one another on the couch.

“It’s all in the name of research,” I said over my laughter. “And he hardly entered the relationship without his own ulterior motives.”

“Oh, come on, she got that crazy-looking dog,” he said over his laughter. “And the dude is still sticking around.”

“Because he needs her to close his deal!” I shrieked, pushing up on my knees to look at him. We’d eaten a ton of candy because Clark had literally purchased enough for a party of twenty, and we had a giant bowl of popcorn, as well.

We made out until my lips literally ached, and I didn’t want to stop but forced myself to.

This was quite possibly the most romantic date I’d ever been on. No one had ever gone to this kind of effort for me, and it meant a lot to me that he made it so special.

Why does the one guy I really like for the first time in a very long time, have to be completely off-limits?

Thanks a lot, universe, for making me spend three months with the sexiest man on the planet and then making him unattainable.

Clark moved fast, flipping me on my back and hovering above me. “She is writing about their relationship for the whole world to read. That’s some cold shit right there.”

He tickled me, and I laughed hysterically.

“He’s just as guilty,” I shouted over my laughter. “He’s the one trying to close a deal!”

“Come on, let’s watch the end, and then I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t want to drive? You didn’t even have half a glass of wine,” I said, moving to sit beside him as he pulled me onto his lap.

“I know. But it’ll make the night last longer if I walk you home,” he said, rubbing his scruff against my neck as he whispered in my ear. “I’m not ready for this night to end.”

My chest squeezed at his words as he wrapped his arms around me, and we watched the end of the movie.

When the credits started rolling on the screen, I turned around to face him, as one leg fell on each side of his hips so I was straddling him. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“I liked watching it with you,” he said.

“I want to kiss you one more time,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to ask.” He leaned back against the couch as if he were giving me permission to take what I wanted.

I leaned down, and my lips found his. His large hand moved to the side of my neck as his fingers grazed the back of my head. His other hand found my hip as I started grinding up against him.

I felt his erection grow long and hard beneath me, and it did something to me.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

It was beyond comprehension, and we were fully clothed.

My dress was bunched up around my hips now, the fabric sliding against my sensitive nipples as the cool breeze bustled around us.

He guided me up and down as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

My hands tugged at his hair, and he growled. I could feel his chest pounding against mine.

And our kiss grew more frantic, nipping and licking as I moved against him faster now.

Desperate for release.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Lustful and needy.

He tilted my head to the side, groaning into my mouth as his tongue slipped in and out.

He paused only long enough to speak. “Use my cock, and come for me.”

His voice was commanding and gruff, and I couldn’t believe I was doing this right now.

But I did as he said, and I pressed harder against him, feeling every inch of him beneath me as he pulled back to look at me. His gaze heated, jaw locked and nostrils flared, as he grew thicker beneath me.

Faster.

Harder.

Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and his name left my lips on a cry as I went over the edge.

Clark kept moving me up and down, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure, as every inch of my body tingled.

And then everything slowed, and I opened my eyes and winced. “Sorry about that. Not sure what happened there.”

He smiled, his desire-filled gaze locked with mine. “I’ll tell you what happened. You stopped thinking so much and let yourself feel good. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s never happened to me,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat.

“You’ve never come while making out with a man?” he asked, and I was mortified that we were talking about this now.

I shook my head and looked away before he reached for my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I’ve never, you know, finished with a man.” I didn’t want to remind him that there’d only been two.

He played with the ends of my hair, letting it run through his fingers, but his gaze turned stormy, eyes narrowing with disbelief.

“Well, they’re both dumbfucks if they didn’t know how to please you.

But I’m honored that I get to be your first orgasm, even if I didn’t get to feel you come on my cock or my fingers or my lips. ”

My mouth fell open, and I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck.

He just chuckled and stroked my back. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.

You can talk to me about anything. What just happened here was a good thing, Eloise.

I fucking loved it. Seeing you let yourself go and fall apart. Sex is supposed to feel good.”

“Okay.” I sat back up before climbing off his lap. “I think I’d better get going before I dry-hump you into oblivion again.”

He barked out a laugh, and when he stood, I saw his erection straining against his shorts. He followed my line of sight and looked down. “Does it turn you on to see what you do to me?”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I raised one shoulder. “You do the same to me. But am I leaving you in a, er, bad situation?”

More laughter. “Nothing I can’t handle. Let’s get you home.”

“Let me help you carry this in,” I said, as we piled the leftover candy into the popcorn bowl. I grabbed our glasses, and we took it all to the kitchen. We’d already cleaned up from dinner a few hours ago.

The stars were out, and Clark pointed up at the shooting star moving across the sky.

The walk was filled with laughter about the movie, and then we shifted to discussing tomorrow’s workout.

When we got to the door of the guest cottage, he paused, shoving his hands into his pockets, and there was something sweet and endearing about it.

He was always such a confident guy, and it was nice to see him appear a little vulnerable.

I’m sure Clark was used to dates ending with the woman in his bed.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said, before chuckling. “Literally and figuratively.”

I smacked him in the chest and laughed. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing to live down. It was fucking beautiful, Weeze.”

I pulled out my key as I looked up at him. “Thank you for the best date I’ve ever been on. And thank you for making everything so special.”

He smiled and took a step backward, off the front porch. “I’ll see you in the morning. Get ready for a long run tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ready.”

“All right, get inside,” he said, his eyes still on me.

“Such a gentleman.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you could read my thoughts right now,” he smirked. “Go. Get some sleep.”

I waved and stepped inside and fell against the door, sliding down to the floor.

Holy hotness.

What the hell was that tonight?

He was sweet and romantic and sexy and bossy all at the same time.

And I was here for it.

There was a knock on the door, and I startled. Had he come back?

I looked through the peephole and laughed when I saw Emilia in her pajamas, standing on the front porch.

I pulled the door open and tugged her inside. “What are you doing here, Em? It’s late.”

“I was up reading, and the motion detectors turned on when you got home. I’m dying to know how it went.” She plopped down on my couch. “By the looks of it, you did not hate the kiss the way you hoped you would. Or did the kiss not happen?”

“Oh, it happened.” I filled her in on all the details, minus the embarrassing way I humped him like a horny teenager. But I told her that we made out multiple times, and we laughed, and we ate, and we even watched my favorite movie at the outdoor theatre he set up.

Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide. “This does not sound like a one-time kiss type of thing, Lo.”

I loved that we had nicknames for one another now.

“I mean, where can it go? This is a temporary situation. When we go back to the city in a few weeks, everything will change.” I shrugged, falling back onto the couch beside her. “Why does this have to be the one guy that I like?”

“So why not just enjoy it for a few weeks? Then you’ll go back to San Francisco and you’ll be distracted by work and life, and you can leave your small-town romance in the past.”

I covered my face, feeling ridiculous about all of this. “I just… I don’t know.”

She pulled my hands away and arched a brow. “Tell me what you’re worried about.”

“I like him. More than I ever thought I would. And I don’t want to get attached. I can’t get attached. It’s not an option.”

“Hmmm… catching feelings would definitely complicate things. And what if he catches feelings? That could happen,” she said. “What if you both caught feelings?”

“I would lose my job, Em. Not to mention I would embarrass my father in the process. I would have a hard time getting hired anywhere else if I were let go for inappropriate behavior by the first team that hired me. It’s rule number one of being a woman in this business.

I literally just started my job, and I’m falling for the hot hockey player that I’m working with.

I’m a complete cliché. This is not good. ” I sighed.