Page 62 of One Forbidden Moment

Moe's hand found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he let out a low, guttural sound.She sucked harder.He gripped her waist and hoisted her back onto the counter in one fluid motion, his strength effortless and overwhelming.He stepped into her, his body slotting against hers with a heavy, visceral thud.As he pushed inside her, the breath left her lungs in a sharp hiss, a mixture of relief and intensity that blurred her vision.He began to move, hard and fast, the rhythm driven by the ticking clock of their survival, each thrust a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between them before the world tore them apart again.

Jillian locked her ankles around his lower back, pulling him so deeply that his size collided with her core.He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be.She needed the weight of him, the friction, the raw power of a man who knew exactly how to keep them together.Each thrust was a rhythmic collision, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the quiet kitchen like a heartbeat.

"Tell me."He groaned, his voice a gravelly rasp near her ear.He shifted his grip, his large hands sliding from her waist to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt."Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she gasped, her voice breaking."God, Moe, I'm yours."She arched her spine, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, pulling him closer as if she could merge their skin."Don't stop.Don't you dare stop."

The urgency of their situation turned the sex into something feral.Moe's breathing became a series of jagged heaves, his pace increasing until the counter groaned under the pressure.He muttered promises against her neck, dark, possessive words about how he'd kill anyone who tried to take her away from him.

The dirty talk wasn't a performance.He confessed to his obsession with her the moment he committed the crime of kidnapping her.

Pressure built, tension tightened in her lower belly, threatening to snap her in two.She gazed at Moe.His jaw tightened, and his eyes fluttered shut.His raw pleasure mirrored her own.She shifted her hips, meeting him with desperate hunger, chasing the peak just out of reach.

Moe's hands slid from her breasts to her hips, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white, anchoring her to the tile beneath her as he drove into her at a punishing pace.He claimed her with a violent affirmation of existence in the face of the void waiting outside the front door.A tide of sensation drowned out her worries.She threw her head back, her hair splaying across the cold counter, and let out a loud, unrestrained moan that echoed off the kitchen walls.

"Right there," she choked out, her voice a ragged whisper."Don't move, don't change a thing, just—yes, oh God, yes."

His pace turned frantic, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts against her collarbone.He shifted his angle, digging deeper, hitting a spot that sent a jolt of electricity shooting up her spine.Jillian's vision sparked, the room blurring into a smudge of grey and white as the tension in her core finally snapped.The climax hit her like a physical blow, a series of rhythmic contractions that clamped around him, pulling him deeper still.She gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin, her entire body shuddering under the force of a release that felt less like pleasure and more like a survival instinct.

Moe let out a low, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he followed her over the edge.He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his weight pressing her flat against the counter, his breath hot and erratic.For several seconds, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thudding of two hearts fighting to slow down.He stayed inside her, refusing to pull away, as if the physical connection was the only thing keeping the walls of the house from collapsing around them.

As the haze of the orgasm lifted, the reality of their situation rushed back in.The silence of the house felt predatory now, the air thick with the lingering scent of their exertion.Moe pulled back slowly, his eyes scanning the kitchen window, the hardness returning to his gaze.The tenderness was still there with the soft, lingering touch of his thumb against her cheek, but the lover had shifted back into the protector.

He slid out of her with a wet, heavy sound, the sudden absence of his heat leaving Jillian feeling exposed and shivering.Moe didn't linger in the afterglow.The second he was free, he stepped back, his boots thunking against the linoleum, and pulled up his jeans.He zipped them with a sharp, metallic snap that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.The transition was jarring.She'd gone from raw, skin-to-skin intimacy of the last ten minutes to the cold reality of a man preparing for a fight.

Jillian sat on the counter for a moment, her legs dangling, watching him.Her chest rose and fell, her skin flushed and dampened by sweat, but her mind was already racing.His gaze flickered toward the hallway.

"You and me, sweetheart," he said, his voice returning to that gravelly, commanding tone that had once terrified her but now shielded her.He reached up and gripped her waist, lifting her off the counter and setting her on her feet.As she landed, the slickness of their union slid down her thighs.He didn't look away from the door, but he reached out and squeezed the back of her neck, a brief connection.

"Go clean up.I'll take you to work."He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly."Everything is going to be okay."

"How do you know?"she asked, her voice still slightly raspy.She pulled her shirt back down, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.

"Because I'll be outside the nursing home the whole time," Moe replied.He stepped toward her, closing the distance once again to press a quick kiss to her lips.

Jillian took his hand, her fingers curling around his with a grip that refused to let go.As she stepped away from the counter, her eyes caught the fallen piece of toast on the linoleum.It was strange how a few minutes of desperate, skin-on-skin sex could make the shadows feel farther away.The rush of the sex hadn't erased the danger.It had only sharpened it, turning the fear into a high-voltage current that hummed in her veins.