Betting the Moon: Cannon Pack, Book 4 Read Free Page B

grab her. She glanced at his hands, strangely irritated that he hadn’t.
    “So do I, but I need to do something else first.”
    Although she was intrigued, she kept her curiosity hidden. At least she hoped she did. Instead, she arched an eyebrow and adopted an irritated expression. “Fine, then do it. Just let me pass first, then you can do whatever it is you need to do.” Darting to his right, she attempted to hurry past him and once again failed.
    He grabbed her, then crushed his mouth against hers. She gasped, struggled to push him away for a moment, then drew in his breath, her mind reeling. He wrapped his arms around her, tugging her closer until nothing separated their bodies.
    Fight! Scream! Call for help! Kick him in the balls! But, suddenly, kicking was the last thing she wanted to do to his balls.
    Instead, she kissed him back and tugged on his shoulders, needing him, wanting him like an ice-cold drink on a blistering desert day. He moaned, then sucked as she slid her tongue into his mouth. An explosion of desire erupted inside her, blasting outward in spirals of heat. She pushed her breasts against his chest.
    He slid his hand lower to inch the material of her skirt higher. But the fire of desire inside her couldn’t wait. Lifting her leg and wrapping it around his, she hitched her skirt higher. He rubbed against her mons, his shaft hard against her as he fondled her butt.
    Slipping her hands along his wide shoulders, she itched to run her fingers through his hair and hold on, keeping his kiss to her lips. He nibbled at her bottom lip, then slammed her against the wall. He drank from her as much as she did from him. She bit his upper lip in return, and a sexy groan rumbled in his throat.
    “Get higher.” His voice had changed, gone deeper, grittier, almost animal-like in a sexy growl.
    She obeyed his command by jumping and wrapping both legs around his waist. The rough texture of his jeans rubbed her inner thighs as his belt buckle’s cool metal pressed into the curls above her pussy.
    Breaking the kiss, he grazed his teeth down her throat, nipping at her skin to follow a path between her breasts. He mumbled incomprehensible words against her skin and used his body to hold hers against the wall. Fumbling, he tried to unbutton her blouse.
    She giggled, brushed his hands off, then pretended to undo the buttons. He brought his lips to her shoulders, alternating kisses with nibbles as he moved to her ear. Closing her eyes, she let the spell flow through her mind and out her parted lips. The buttons undid themselves and when she opened her eyes, she found Tucker staring hungrily at her cleavage.
    “Is something wrong?” Had he noticed the buttons moving by themselves? Did he sense that she possessed magic?
    He shook his head, then after a quick look asking for permission she didn’t bother to give, he yanked her bra down and pulled a breast free. She gasped, wondered if he’d torn her bra and found she didn’t care. Instead she arched, meeting him as he found her nipple. He would take what he wanted and she wouldn’t regret giving it to him.
    Mari moaned and reached for his hand. Taking it, she pushed it between their bodies and placed his palm over the vee of her thong. Tucker worked his fingers underneath the lacy material.
    “Oh, God. Yes.” Damn, he knew exactly what to do and how to touch her. She cried out, her clit pulsing with need.
    Tucker ran a finger between her wet folds. Circling the tender button of flesh, he rubbed her, matching the rhythm with his tongue as he tortured her nipple. When he broke free, she cried out. “No. Don’t stop. Keep sucking.”
    “Say my name.” His breath warmed her cheek, his intense gaze on hers. “I want to taste my name as you say it.”
    “Tucker. Tuc—”
    He muffled the sound, his mouth crushed to hers again. She clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into the material. Toned muscles worked under her fingers, and she imagined ripping the shirt from