Moon - New Moon Part 35

"Less talk and more action," he said.

She answered with a nervous laugh. "What should I do?"

"You want suggestions?"

"Yes."

He swallowed, wondering how far she trusted him. "I'd love it if you took off your shirt, so I could see your beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And I'd love it if you'd lean over and brush them against my chest."

Her breath caught. "You could grab me."

"I won't. I'll keep my hands behind my head..." He laughed. "Even if it kills me."

She hesitated for a long moment, staring off into s.p.a.ce. He watched her take her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Don't do it if it scares you."

"I want to... be close to you."

"Good. That's all I want from you, As close as you want. When you want. And how you want."

She focused on his face, watching him carefully as she fingered the b.u.t.ton at the top of her shirt, then slipped it open. She worked her way down the placket and sat with the front hanging open.

He barely breathed, waiting.

Finally, in one quick motion, she pulled the shirt off.

Her breath was rapid now, and she looked like she was getting ready to leap away from him.

He tried to look relaxed when every muscle in his body was rigid with need.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

"Am I?"

"Oh yeah. Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are perfect. And I love the way your nipples look. All puckered. It makes me feel powerful to know I did that without even touching you."

She swallowed and gave a small nod.

"If you want to, I'd love to feel them against my chest."

She hesitated, and he knew that she might not be able to go any further. Not tonight.

Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly leaned over so that she could brush her nipples against his chest, the hardened tips like fire against his skin.

"Lord, that's good," he gasped out and fought to keep his hands where they were.

She made a small whimpering sound, increasing the pressure a little, driving him insane with need. But he didn't move a muscle, only let her do what she wanted. At her own speed.

She kissed his cheek, them moved back a little, pressing her hand to his chest. "Your heard is pounding."

"Yes."

"You want..."

"Everything a man and woman can give each other," he answered. "But not until you're ready."

She dragged in a shaky breath.

He knew he shouldn't press his luck, but he heard another request tumble from his lips.

"You could lie on top of me. With our pants still on. I'd like that, if you want to do it. It would feel good-to both of us."

She looked down at his swollen c.o.c.k, standing out against the fabric of his slacks.

He held his breath, waiting to see how much she trusted him. But as he lay there in the semidarkness looking at her, he heard something outside-the sound of voices.

He went rigid.

Rinna tensed, then leaned away from him and s.n.a.t.c.hed a kitchen knife from under the edge of the blanket.

Gripping the weapon in her hand she climbed to her feet, her body coiled in a defensive crouch.

Logan stared at the knife. "Put that away."

"We have to fight."

"We're the ones trespa.s.sing here. We don't have the right to kill anyone." Before he could stop himself, he asked, "Were you going to slit my throat if I did something in bed that you didn't like?"

She gulped. "I... I had to know I was safe..."

They'd have to discuss that later. Meanwhile, they had to get out of the house.

"Run upstairs," he told her. "Open a window and fly away. But wipe your prints off. I'll get out down here and meet you in the woods. Look for a wolf," he added with a rough laugh.

So much for making sure n.o.body knew they'd been here, he thought as she dashed for the stairs, her steps a lot lighter than his would have been.

He watched her disappear down the hall as he considered his options-and who might be outside. The homeowners coming home early? A neighbor who had seen someone in the house? The police?

The cops would be armed. Would the neighbors or the homeowners?

He hoped not, because if push came to shove, he would defend himself. But he'd rather not get into anything heavy.

He made a split-second decision. A wolf couldn't open the door, and if they closed it behind them, he was trapped. But a wolf might look like a German shepherd. And maybe they wouldn't shoot at a cowering animal.

Hoping that Rinna was already out the window, he tore off his clothing and tossed the shirt and pants into the corner.

Then he walked to the wall beside the doorway where he'd have the most shelter, already saying the words of transformation, pushing past the change as rapidly as he could.