Page 49 of One Forbidden Moment

Pleasure exploded inside her chest.She was falling in love with him.Even though, in her head, she argued with herself that she couldn't possibly fall in love with the man who kidnapped her.That he was a wanted man.That he'd done unforgivable things in his past.She knew a different side to Moe.

"Still so wet," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the knobs of her vertebrae.

She reached back blindly, fingers tangling in his hair, her hips rocking against his hand."You're—" The words dissolved into a moan as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, the pressure just shy of cruel.

"I'm what?"He nipped at her skin, his fingers never stopping their slow, maddening rhythm."Gonna make you forget your own name?"His other hand slid up her stomach, palming her breast, pinching her nipple until she gasped."Or maybe you'll scream my name."

Jillian laughed, but the breathless sound caught in her throat and came out as a moan as he curled two fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her toes curl.Moe's teeth grazed her earlobe, his hips pressing against the back of her thighs, his cock already hard again.

She arched into his touch.He grabbed her hair, dragging her back to expose her throat.His mouth was hot and insistent against her pulse.

"You love what I do to you.He bit down hard enough to make her squirm.

She did.God, she did.The evidence was slick between her thighs, her body bowing into his touch like a plant leaning into the sun.Moe's laugh was dark, satisfied, as if he could hear her thoughts.His fingers twisted deeper, his palm grinding against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

"Say it," he murmured, his lips trailing up to her ear."Say you love it."

Jillian's hips jerked, her breath coming in shallow gasps."I—"

The admission lodged in her throat, tangled with pride and the thrill of defiance she hadn't felt in a long time.When her teenage years were spent taking care of her mom, scared of losing her, and not knowing how to care for her while barely an adult herself, the confession gave her some control over her life.

Moe's fingers stilled, his grip tightening in her hair."Say it," he repeated, lower this time, a threat wrapped in velvet.

Moe's fingers curled deeper, his palm grinding against her clit in a way that made her vision blur.Jillian groaned, tipping her head back against Moe's shoulder.

"Say it, sweetheart," he murmured against her ear.His free hand slid up her stomach, fingers splaying possessively over her ribs."Say it."

Jillian's breath hitched as his thumb brushed her nipple, the touch light but deliberate.He pressed against the small of her back, his cock pressing insistently into her skin.She swallowed repeatedly.

"Moe—" His name came out half-protest, half-plea, but he cut her off with a sharp twist of his fingers inside her, the sudden pressure wrenching a cry from her throat.

"Say it," he demanded, his teeth scraping her shoulder.

She could've lied.Could've shoved him off and told her she wasn't going to help him do the impossible and find his friend.She wanted nothing to do with Everstill.Was she foolish to think that having sex with Moe, falling in love with him, believing in a future was possible?

She was twenty years old.She didn't know what the fuck she was doing with her life.

"Jillian."He growled.

His fingers were moving again, slow and torturous, and the words spilled out before she could stop them."I love it."

Moe's grin was slow, predatory, his fingers pausing long enough to make her whine before resuming their rhythm."Good girl."

The praise sent heat pooling low in her stomach.Jillian swallowed over the lump in her throat as Moe's mouth was on the side of her neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin just below her ear.

He shifted behind her, his cock dragging against the curve of her ass, slick with her juice and the remnants of their earlier mess."Turn over," he murmured, his voice thick with want.When she hesitated, his hand tightened in her hair, tugging hard to make her gasp."Now."

Jillian obeyed, rolling onto her back, her legs falling open in silent invitation.Moe loomed over her, his gaze raking down her body like he was memorizing every mark he'd left.His thumb brushed her lower lip, his voice dropping to a rough whisper."You look wrecked."

Hair tangled, lips swollen, her skin flushed from collarbones to thighs.The ache between her legs was a dull throb, but the way he was looking at her stoked the embers back to life.

He didn't give her time to recover, just lined himself up and pushed in with one smooth thrust, her body yielding easily despite the soreness.Jillian arched off the bed with a choked moan, her nails digging into his shoulders.Moe groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind.His breath was hot against her lips, his cock twitching inside her as if to prove his point.

The slow drag of him inside her was almost worse than the brutal pace from before.Every inch deliberate, every shift calculated to wring another ragged sound from her throat.Moe braced himself on his elbows, his chest pressed against hers, the heat between them stifling.He didn't rush, didn't let her chase the friction she craved.He kept her pinned beneath him, his hips moving in a maddening rhythm that had her squirming.

"Please."Jillian gasped, her heels digging into the small of his back."God, please."

Moe laughed, the sound dark and pleased, his breath fanning across her lips.