Page 41 of One Forbidden Moment

Jillian's heart thudded once, hard.

She stepped closer even though her mind was reminding her that Moe had kidnapped her.He was responsible for holding her captive in Everstill.

But her heart trusted him.

And the storm outside cracked open the sky.

Jillian slipped her fingers into his hand and stepped back, pulling him inside.She took one step toward the bedroom, and that was the end of her taking the lead.Moe's fingers twined with hers, and he took her to the room with an urgency that beat the storm.

His hands were on her before she reached the bed, tangling in her hair, pulling her against him so hard he found her lost breath when he captured her lips.She kissed him back with no hesitation, just a low, approving hum when he bit down on her lower lip.Her uncoordinated fingers could only slip underneath his belt and hold on.

Moe grabbed the oversized t-shirt she wore to sleep in and pulled it up her body.She raised her arms, glad to have it off her so she could feel the heat of his body against her.She'd slept beside him for so long, wondering and worried and sick about how she was feeling, but now, since coming back home, nothing felt more right than being with Moe.

The shirt fell to the floor.Moe slid his fingers underneath the waist of her panties and slid them over her hips.She trailed her palms over his chest, her nails scraping slightly through the damp trail of rainwater still clinging to his skin.

Moe grunted, fingers skating up the ladder of her ribs.She arched into his touch, her breath hitching when his thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts."Do you know how much I've wanted you?"he muttered against her jaw, dragging his teeth down the column of her throat.

"You never said anything."Jillian panted.

"I've fucked up my entire life."He turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, and yanked her forward until she straddled his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips."I didn't want to fuck up you."

He was a felon.A wanted man.She had a feeling he took what he wanted.He already kidnapped her.She didn't want him to stop now.

She kissed him softly."Don't hold back with me."

"I need to."

"No."

"Yes."

She pulled her head back."Why?"

"Because you're too important to lose," he whispered.

"You're not going to lose me.We made it through the veil together.That must mean something."

His hands settled on her waist."I don't know."

She kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder.Moe hissed, his hands tightening on her hips, and rolled them over in one fluid motion, pinning her beneath him.She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging hard enough to sting."Stop thinking," she whispered, her voice rough."Just—"

He didn't let her finish.His mouth crashed into hers again.His palm landed between her legs.She bucked beneath him, her legs hugging his thighs.

"Christ, you're wet."Moe's words dissolved into a groan as she rocked against his hand, her hips tilting up to meet every stroke.

Moe traced the slick line between her legs.She failed at holding her breath.Her exhale came out sharp and ragged as he circled his thumb just the way she liked.Somehow, impossibly, he already knew how to please her.She arched into his touch, her nails scoring down his back, marking him in ways that would linger long after the storm passed.

Her movements grew frantic.She gasped.There was something intoxicating about the way she unraveled under his hands, the way her thighs trembled when he slowed his movements to watch her squirm.Moe ducked his head, dragging his tongue along the swell of her breast, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.

Restless and wanting, Jillian shoved at his waistband until the button gave way.She slid her hand down the front of his jeans.Her fingers curled around him, stroking once, twice before Moe rolled onto his back.

She straddled him.Her heat pressed against his stomach.She rolled her hips, grinding down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Moe groaned, his hands finding purchase on her waist, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above her hips."Fuck."

"Do you like it?"she murmured, leaning down to drag her teeth over his collarbone.

Moe bucked instinctively, his hands sliding up her back and back down to her ass.Her nipples hardened.