Edge of Moonlight

third in the Lucani Lovers series

Etruscan wolf shifter Kaine Giliati has longed for John Simmons since he willingly agreed to wipe all memory of her from his mind. The pain in her heart is only magnified by terrorthe ability to call her wolf appears to have deserted her, as well. For months after he and his sister escaped a crazed kidnapper, John has been dreaming about a beautiful stranger. A woman he's shocked to find in a dark bar one night. One erotic, stolen night reopens old wounds, uncovers buried memories and sets Kaine and John on a path filled with danger, magic and potential heartbreak.

 

 

 

Excerpt

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He needed that. He needed her to cling to him. Or fight him. He wanted her to push him away or grab his head and pull his mouth down to hers.

But she just stared up at him like a sacrificial fucking lamb.

So he dropped his mouth on hers and kissed her. Hard. Put his hands on her shoulders and dragged her against him, until he felt every slight curve of her body pressed against his.

Lips smashed together, he worked at her until she opened to him, until he could slide his tongue into her warm mouth and curl around her tongue. He pushed her deliberately, sucked her breath away and felt even more desperate when she let him.

She stood there and let him kiss her, let him ease the ache in his chest with her lips and her taste and the feel of her body against his.

But he didn’t want her docile. He wanted… No, he needed her to respond.

One hand slid to her neck to hold her to him while the other slid from her shoulder to her breast. He cupped the small mound and felt a primal rush when the hard tip of her nipple pressed against his palm and she moaned into his mouth.

Yes. More.

Releasing her neck, he let that hand slide down her back until he reached her ass. Sleek and firm, her body was made for him to touch her. He wanted to rip her jeans down her legs and bend her over the nearest table.

Just the thought that he would treat her like that should’ve brought him to his senses. Instead, it made him kiss her harder.

And finally, finally, she began to come to life.

Her hands, which had been hanging at her sides, reached up to clutch at his back, her slim fingers kneading, stroking. Inflaming. Her mouth moved beneath his, caressed his lips. Her tongue stroked along his.

Gathering her shirt in his hand, he pulled it up until he touched bare skin. She didn’t wear a bra. She didn’t need one. Small but perfect, her breasts drew his attention away from the sweetness of her mouth.

She was so slight it didn’t take much effort to lift her with one hand on her ass so those pretty little nipples were right where he wanted them—at mouth level.

Clutching at his shoulders now, she arched her back as he sucked one hard tip between his lips then closed his teeth around it.

He wasn’t in the mood for foreplay but he had to taste her and he knew from before that she liked his mouth on her tits. "I do. I absolutely do. Right here."

 

 

 

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