Before the Moon Rises by Catherine Bybee Read Free Book Online

wolf."
    "I guess. Crazy though, I can't even walk by the Dingo's at
    the zoo. I'll have to ask one of the doctors at work why when
    I go in again."
    Max pulled a chair out when she sat down. "When do you
    go back to work?"
    "Tuesday. What about you?"
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    He watched her eat, his expression unreadable. "I might
    have to go back tonight, it depends."
    She wanted to question what he did, but didn't know if it
    was her place. She had known the man a little over twenty-
    four hours and yet she slept in his home, made herself
    comfortable in his kitchen and met his family. She didn't think
    prying into his life more was wise. Funny, yesterday she
    quizzed him relentlessly on his naked and unconscious state.
    Today she could care less.
    "What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" Max
    had stopped eating and studied her.
    "Nothing."
    "Oh, I doubt that."
    "All right, I was thinking about how long we've known each
    other."
    His lip turned up, "And..."
    "And... how much I feel I know you."
    Max put his fork down and laced his fingers with hers. "I
    thought the very same thing about you all night long."
    "Really?"
    His eyes did the swirly thing again, like a hidden signal of
    desire only she could see.
    "Really!"
    Little beads of sweat formed on her brow. She fanned her
    shirt away from her body searching for a breeze. But she
    knew it was the way he looked at her that made the
    temperature rise. She remembered his naked body lying on
    the gurney and suddenly the temperature soared in the room.
    "What's the matter, Janet? You look a little flush."
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    "I do?" she gasped.
    "Like maybe you need to lie down." He placed a playful
    smile on his face and put the back of his hand to her forehead
    as if checking her temperature.
    "But I just woke up. I'm not tired." And where did the
    breathy voice come from?
    His body was inches from hers, his eyes searching. "You
    don't have to be tired to go to bed."
    "No, I suppose you're right." She licked her bottom lip.
    "There are plenty of things to do in bed when you're not
    tired."
    "Plenty," he agreed.
    He moved in more, but damn it, he wasn't kissing her.
    "Max?"
    "Yes."
    "Can you stop talking and kiss me already?"
    Like two single flames, they came together as one bright
    fire. Every part of her body tingled in response to his lips on
    hers. His hands caught her head as he plunged into her
    mouth, desire, red-hot and willing, soared through her.
    Sitting on a kitchen chair proved awkward, Janet tried
    moving closer and almost fell in her effort.
    Max urged her to her feet where at least she could feel his
    frame against hers. She tugged at his shirt, reaching to feel
    his skin beneath. He, too, pulled at her clothes. He leaned
    back briefly and surveyed the room.
    "Not here, not the kitchen."
    Janet remembered his butler and shook her head. The last
    thing she wanted was an interruption.
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    He dragged her from the room and up the stairs. Hand in
    hand they tumbled into his bedroom, slamming the door
    behind them. He gathered her back into his arms the second
    the door clicked.
    Janet scrambled with his clothes.
    Max pushed her toward his bed. She fell back with part of
    his shirt clasped in her hands.
    "Take this off," she pleaded.
    He chuckled and did as she asked. In turn, Janet removed
    hers.
    "You are so beautiful," he told her before stretching out on
    the bed beside her.
    "Show me."
    His smoky eyes simmered before he bent to kiss her again.
    "I plan on it."
    He pushed her hair back, and made passionate love to her
    neck, moving down to her shoulders. His fingers drew circles
    over her skin, and dipped under the lace of her bra.
    Her hands explored every muscle on his broad chest while
    he worked the fabric off her body. Once free, her breasts
    reached out for him to taste, to savor. And thankfully, he did
    just that.
    She was utterly explosive and