The Twin Moon (The Moon Series) (13 page)

“No, shorts and a t-shirt.
Your thighs are pinning down my hips.
It feels good.”

“I touch your shoulders, your muscles are tight.
You must have had a very stressful day.
I can feel your muscle bunch under my hands as I rub them.
Can you feel my palms on your
shoulders
?
My finger
s
kneading into
the
knots?”
Ian imagined it now as he
laid
there
,
his hands twitching to d
o the work his mind created
.

“Harder, Ian my shoulders are sore.”
Andy sighed as if his hands were on her.

“Any way you want it, baby.
Let me move down your back and your shoulder blades.
Can you f
eel my hands pressing into your
spine?
Your shirt’s in the way.
Take it off for me.”
Ian held his breath to see what she’d do at the suggestion.
Then he heard the rustle of fabric as it slipped past the phone.

“Is that better?
Just my bra.”
Andy’s voice was low and glided inside Ian
teasing his cock brushing gently
across it.

“What color is it today?”
Ian rubbed his hand over himself, just a quick caress over the sheet that ran tingles through to his toes.
He was excited already.

“Red with lace.
Do you like red?”

“Mmm, yes.
Now be still and let me feel all that creamy skin of yours.
I have some lotion.
It smells like you, like
roses
, can I use it on your back?”
Ian thought of her smell the way it swirled around his head
at
the night at the club.
His cock tugged to life.

“Yes, I love the smell of
roses
.
It reminds me of
love
.”

“I
put some in my hands and get it warm first the
n
rub it into your back.
Starting
at the base of your spine and push
ing
my palms up with my fingers running up your sides.
I love the way you smell and I’ll
brush my nose over your neck to ta
ke in your scent before I rub
your shoulders again.”

“That sounds nice.”
Andy moaned low and slow as if his hands were actually on her.

“Keep r
ub
bing
your muscles until all your tension just m
elts away and you’re like butter
in my hands.”
A loud banging noise came over t
he phone line interrupting the
conversation.
“What’s that?”

“Nothing
.
J
ust ignore it and he’ll go away.
What else, Ian?
What else would you do to me?”
Andy’s voice dropped to a low whisper and if he wasn’t a Were tiger he would have had to strain to hear her.
The booming didn’t stop in the back ground if anything it increased in volume.
“Talk to me, Ian.
I need to hear you
r voice.”
Andy’s whisper shook, and it seemed as though she might be trembling.
Ian wasn’t sure
,
but he could swear there
also
fear in her voice.
He decided to continue on the conversation.

“What else?
Well, now that you’re
nice and relaxed I
can
kiss your neck and down your back touchi
ng all the places your skin’s exposed.
I find all those places that make you shiver by sucking at your skin, pulling
up small marks down your spine
then
using my
tongue
to soothe them
.”
Ian shifted his hand under the cover
s
to touch himself.
His cock was hard and aching at all that pale skin being marked by his bite
.
The red blush in her skin would be so arousing.
The mere brush of his fingers
on his shaft and
his cock jump
ed
.

Andy’s breath was heavy in the phone.
“
More, Ian. Please.
”
S
he moaned very softly for him.

“
I
unhook your bra and pull it off your arms slowly, one
side
at a time
then
run my fingers up yo
ur sides, touching the curve of
your breasts.
I can just imagine how soft
your skin
is
under my hands.
Do you want that, Andy?
Do
you want me to touch your breasts
?”

“Yes.”
Andy
’s
words were whispered and they brushed over Ian as he stroked his cock for the first time
that night
.
The sensation of smooth skin over hard muscle
was a sharp contrast to his rough hand and
his
balls
tingle
d
.
If only it was her hand.

“Turn over for me and take off your bra.”
How far was she willing to go?
Would she do everything he asked her to?
Ian was about to ask her to pull on her nipples when a dog
’
s barking interrupted
him
.
What was going on at her house?
“Is everything okay over there?”

“Ian, I have to go.
I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Andy hung up the phone.

Damn.
Ian sat down the phone
,
disappointed that he had been left hard and aching.
He was worried about what in the world had happened at Andy’s house and what had she meant by if she ignored it he would go awa
y.
Maybe someone had been
bothering Andy and he was laid up with no way to defend her.
Ian didn’t even know w
h
ere she lived.
Frustrated he shifted away from the p
hone and closed his eyes
.

Ian beat his fist on the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he was laid up and helpless to protect his mate. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling imagining all types of horrid things that could be happening to Andy. He shifted his legs over the bed trying to stand alone and quickly crumpled to the floor. He just didn’t have his strength back yet. He clung to the sheet and pulled himself back in the bed, landing face down in the pillows and roared.

***

Andy tossed her shirt back on, sans bra, and raced to the back door angry that she had to stop talking to Ian.
Th
e house was dark and night had fallen
outside.
Dallas barked at the top of his lungs, snarling and growling as he prowled from side to side
at
the fence.
Andy didn’t dare open the back door with him like that, but she was positive that someone had tried
to jump her fence.
She crept
slowly through the house careful not to bang her knees on the furniture, her heart beat loudly in her ears and she jumped as a car honked outside then
parted the curtains slightly to peer
out the living room window.
Anxiety redoubled inside her tightening her stoma
ch
muscles
as
the
light from the streetlight out
side came in and she could see her front yard fu
lly.
There was no sign of who
ever had been
out
there.

Andy drop
ped the curtain
back in
to
place a
nd moved toward the kitchen.
Turning on the kitchen light over the
sink to get a drink of water
she exhaled a sigh at the sight of her still intact wind
ow
.
It wasn’t too late
…
maybe
she should call Ian back.
The conversation had really been heating up
before she
’
d hung up.
What would it have le
d to if she hadn’t
hung up the pho
ne?
Andy drank her glass of water then flipped off the light switch.
Dallas had finally settled down outside.
Andy made her way to the bedroom and picked up the phone
,
dialing Ian’s number again.

“Hello?”
His masculine voice was as sexy
as she remembered caressing
over her senses.

“Hi, Ian.
It’s Andy.
Sorry someone was trying to get into my back yard.”
Andy sat down on her bed
,
her room dark.

“That’s okay.
I was worried about you.
Is this something that happens often?”
There was
worry in his voice.

“No, I’ve been having some problems with my ex and I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t him.”
Andy didn’t want to admit her issue
s
with Rich, but she wouldn’t lie to Ian either.
He had to know the truth up front.
She had baggage.
“I don’t mean to sound like a drag, but I’d rather tell y
ou up front he’s been causing a lot of problems in my life.
”

“Well, it’s not your fault he’s bothering you.
Do you need me to beat him up?”
The tone of his voice said he had a smile on his face.

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, but no.
Then I wouldn’t be any better than he is.
I’m sure he’ll go away
…
eventually.”
Andy shook her head even as she grinned wishing she could have met Ian before she had met Rich.
“Let’s not talk about
him
.
Where were we
before I had to hang up
?”
Andy couldn’t help it Ian’s voice was sexy as hell
and she had wanted to touch herself as she
listened to him earlier.

“Where were we?
I believe I had take
n
o
f
f your bra and I was about to kiss you all over.
Where are you?”
Ian’s voice dropped to that husky rumble that tugged at her womb.

“I’m taking off my shirt and
lying
back on my bed.
Will you kiss me first, Ian?”
Andy allowed h
er brain to wonder pulling her shirt over her head she
laid back on her pillows.
The cotton was cool against her bare skin
.
Were
Ian
’s
sheets were warm or cold
?

“Your lips are perfect and full, kissable.
I’d love to kiss you first like we did that ni
ght in the
club.
P
ut my knee between you
r
legs and lean over you
,
tipping your chin up to look at me so I could stare deep into those beautiful brown eyes of y
ours as I lower
my head to touch your lips with mine.”
Ian’s words were like magic as they skated across her skin and created goose bumps.
Something inside her went tight at the image of him lowering his head to hers, his lips brushing across hers, so soft and gentle at first then harder
,
more demanding.

“I’d lick your lower lip slowly with my tongue so you’d open your mouth for me.
Would
you
invite me in, Andy?”
Ian’s voice was a rough whisper.

“Oh yes, so that you
r
tongue could dance with mine in my mout
h.”
Heat suffused her chest and neck, climbing slowly up her face as she blushed.
I
t seemed so naughty to be doing this with him, but so right.
She just couldn’t seem to help herself when she was with him, he turned her on.
“God, I love your voice Ian.
It
’s
so sexy.”