Page 28 of Over the Moon (Rosewood River #3)

I slowly slipped the skirt down her legs, stopping at her ankles and slipping off her heels and tossing them on the floor. She was left in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, and her bra was pulled down just beneath her breasts.

I reached for the band of her panties, and she sucked in a breath as I slowly dragged them down her gorgeous legs. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, removing the last strap of fabric covering her beautiful body.

I just stared down at her.

How many times had I imagined what was beneath her clothing?

“You’re stunning,” I said. “You just don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about this.”

“Tell me,” she said, her voice trembling the slightest bit.

“Every fucking day, Eloise. Being close to you, talking to you, being lucky enough to be in your fucking presence—I don’t take it for granted. And getting to touch you and taste you, I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet,” I said.

“I feel like the lucky one.” She sighed. “But I don’t like that I’m the only one who isn’t dressed.”

I reached behind me and yanked off my shirt. But I couldn’t wait another second. I bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, moving from one to the other. I kissed my way up her legs before burying my face between her thighs. I licked her from one end to the other.

Slowly at first.

I paused every once in a while to make sure she was okay.

She was definitely okay.

She was more than okay.

She writhed beneath me, rocking her hips over and over, as I teased her with my tongue and lips.

Sucking and licking and taking her just to the edge before pulling back.

I loved every little sound she made.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she repeated the same words over and over, her voice just above a whisper. “Clark, please.”

I loved hearing her beg for more, knowing that I was affecting her the way she affected me.

My dick strained against the zipper of my jeans, eager to be freed.

But I stayed right there.

I slipped one finger into her wet heat.

And then a second.

I sealed my lips over her clit and sucked as I pumped my fingers in and out.

Over and over.

Her body arched off the bed as she bucked wildly beneath me.

Her thighs tightened around my head, and I knew she was close.

I continued moving just as she cried out my name, and she went right over the edge.

I stayed right there, pumping in and out as she rode out every last bit of pleasure.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Seeing this woman vulnerable and needy.

I pulled back, smiling down at her. “That was worth the wait.”

She was still catching her breath, and her arm moved to cover her chest. I pulled it away. “No. Now that I’ve seen you. Now that I’ve had a taste. There’s no hiding anymore.”

Her lips turned up in the corners, her eyes sated. “Okay. So let me see you, then.”

I didn’t hesitate. I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my legs along with my briefs. My cock sprang free, making it obvious he’s waited long enough.

Weeks.

Months.

And now minutes felt like torture.

I wrapped my hand around my erection and stroked it a few times. “This is what you do to me. I have never wanted anyone the way that I want you.”

“I want you, too,” she whispered, as she gaped at my dick like she was terrified of it.

“Is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?” I asked.

“I just—er, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

I chuckled. “We’ll go slow. If it hurts, we stop. There’s no rush and no pressure.”

“You know I don’t like to concede,” she said, teasingly. “Tell me you have a condom.”

“I have a condom.” I leaned forward and reached into the nightstand drawer pulling out the foil packet.

“I want to do it,” she said, her voice sexy as hell as she took the foil packet from me.

She tore off the top before slowly removing the condom and carefully setting the scrap on the nightstand.

“Eloise.” My voice was so gruff it startled me. “You can’t say things like that and then move this slowly. You’ve got to roll that onto my cock because I’m about to lose it.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she quickly slid the latex over me. “Better?”

I quickly grabbed her hips, flipping her over as I rolled onto my back, adjusting her above me, with her legs falling to each side as she straddled me.

“Much better. You’re going to set the pace. If it’s too much, you just stop, all right?”

She nodded, pushing up onto her knees so the tip of my dick was lined up with her entrance. My large hands covered her tits before sliding down to her hips.

She moved down slowly, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the feel of her.

Tight and warm and wet.

So fucking tight I nearly stopped breathing.

She continued moving down, inch by inch.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in her hair as she leaned down, and I covered her mouth with mine.

I kissed her as she continued to slide down my cock.

It was the most erotic, sensual thing I’d ever experienced.

She groaned into my mouth as she took me all the way in, and then she stayed completely still, pulling back to look at me.

She let out a few breaths as if she were adjusting to my size, and then she smiled.

It was sexy as hell. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and she moved up ever so slowly, before coming back down.

Holy shit. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life.

Not sex with another woman.

Not scoring goals on the ice.

Nothing compared to this moment.

It was fair to say that I now understood what it meant to be over the moon.

Because I was all in on this girl.

And three weeks would never be enough.