Blood Moon by Gwendolyn Harper (books for students to read .TXT) 📕

though,” he said, breath hot at her pulse point.

Such a traditionalist…

Fisting the front of his shirt, Caitlin stared intently up at him.

“Finish zipping the flap closed.”

It wasn’t often she got to enjoy seeing Booker flustered, but when she did, it was nothing short of a delight.

Nearly toppling himself over, he leaned to the side and yanked the tab down, closing their tent.

“People are still awake,” he said, already kissing up her neck. “They might hear…”

Caitlin tilted back, pulling him with her. “I don’t care if the whole state of Missouri hears.”

Reaching down, she found his belt buckle, impatiently yanking until it finally slid open.

Chuckling deep in his throat, Booker covered her hands, stilling her.

“We got time, songbird,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Ain’t gotta hurry.”

She wanted to argue, but that thought was cut short as he licked a stripe up the tendon in her neck before nipping her earlobe gently.

“Lie back,” he urged, voice rough with want.

As her spine and shoulders connected with the sleeping bag, Booker took hold of her hips, gripping her firmly. Rough palms slid under the hem of her shirt, leaving wakes of fire as he skipped up her rib cage to the cotton lining of her bra.

Arching up, she silently begged for more, but Booker only grinned and ducked down to plant an opened mouth kiss above her navel.

“Feels like it’s been forever,” he murmured into the soft skin of her stomach.

She tried remembering the last time they’d had even a moment of privacy, let alone been able to do this.

The woods. Frantic and hungry against the trunk of a tree.

Caitlin whimpered at the memory, hips shifting unconsciously. It made Booker smirk as he gave her a few kitten licks.

“Yeah, been thinkin’ about that one for a while,” he said, dragging his teeth gently over her hip bone. “Tonight’s gonna be different.”

Hooking her legs around his thighs, she tried to pull him closer, but he was too determined to stay put.

Popping the button of her fly, he said, “Told ya I was gonna take my time with ya.”

“If you had it your way, we’d be here all night.”

He laughed against her belly, dragging her zipper down slowly.

“I think you’re the only woman I’ve met who’d complain about such a thing.”

Caitlin ran her hands over his thick shoulders, letting her nails catch on the skin of his neck.

“I’m not complaining, I’m aching.” She gathered his shirt in her fists, trying to pull it off him. “And we’re both far too clothed for my liking.”

Obliging her, Booker sat back on his heels and pulled his plaid over shirt off, tossing it to the side. Caitlin helped with his tee shirt, lifting it up to his chest and let him remove it fully.

With a watering mouth, she leaned forward, kissing and tasting every inch of his abdomen as she could. She loved feeling his breath catch as she ran her tongue over his left pectoral, latching onto his nipple in a playful love bite.

“Jesus, Cae,” he grunted, cupping the back of her head.

Grinning, she looked up at him. “Now who’s aching?”

With a gentle shove, he put her back on the sleeping bag, making her giggle.

“Conniving woman,” he said, yanking her jeans down her legs.

It was a bit of a tangle, with her right foot getting caught, but it only made her laugh harder. Freeing her from the mess of denim, Booker kissed the inside of her knees before settling between her thighs.

Caitlin wasn’t going to wait for him to finish disrobing her. With a strong pull and a curse, she had her shirt off and over her head. A little wriggling later, she unfastened her bra and chucked it on top of the pile of clothes next to them.

“You sure know how to torture a man,” Booker said, voice turned to gravel.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Caitlin propped herself up on her elbows, putting herself fully on display. Even in the dark, she could see the awe etching across his face, and she’d never felt prouder.

“Like what you see, huh?”

Groaning deep in his chest, Booker lunged forward, kissing her lips first before ducking down and taking her right nipple between his teeth and sucking.

Caitlin choked on a moan, arching her back as he licked, kissed, and nuzzled sensitive skin. As he switched sides, his finger and thumb continued working her over, until she was canting her hips up, desperate for the friction he was so cruelly denying her.

“Never heard anything better than the sounds you make,” he told her, blowing a cool puff of air over her left breast, making her jerk.

Reaching between them, Caitlin stroked him over his jeans, massaging with her palm until he was cursing under his breath.

“You make pretty nice sounds yourself,” she said, seeking out his fly and lowering it.

As soon as her fingers wrapped around his length, Booker groaned into her shoulder, nearly melting against her.

“Darlin’…” He swallowed roughly. “Here I am tryna make this last, and you’re—”

“Enjoying myself,” she said, swiping her thumb over his tip, collecting the pearl of wetness and spreading it.

The soft little hiccup at the back of his throat was the best reward.

Just to prove her point, she guided his hand to the juncture between her thighs, and smiled as he moaned.

“Told you,” she whispered, kissing him fully as she continued to stroke him. “I dream about you being inside me, in every way.”

Booker’s breathing faltered, unable to do much but listen and hold on for dear life.

“You never have to prove anything with me, Jack,” she said, lips grazing the stubble that was nearly a beard along his jawline. “I’m already keyed up every time you look at me.”

With her free