Free Taken by Moonlight by Violette Dubrinsky Page A

shoulders.
    “What are
you—?” Those words were lost in his mouth as he tasted the sweetness of her
lips. His beast surfaced as he pulled her close, capturing her sighs and moans
in his mouth, and slowly perusing her body with his hands.
     
***
     
    Vivienne’s
bag fell to the ground and although the sound was loud enough to jar a slight
ounce of common sense back into her, she was past listening. She rocked against
him, both shocked and enthralled at the hardness that pushed into her belly.
His hand slipped underneath her shirt and she gasped, pulling her lips away
from his and placing restraining hands against his jacket.
    She wasn’t
one of those girls, the girls who made out with their boss’s hot, rich
client in an elevator, and she wasn’t one to make out with strangers in a club,
either. Vivienne Bordeaux did not do things like this…until him.
    A wolfish
smile touched his lips, and although alarm crept up her spine, her body seemed
to melt even more. Before she knew what he was doing, a hand was at her
shoulder and she was being pushed backward, up against the elevator wall. He
continued to advance until his body was once more tightly pressed against hers,
her breasts locked to his hard chest, his strong legs against hers.
    “Wait,
stop—please, I can’t—I mean, I’m not like this. I don’t do things like this.”
Vivienne was shocked at the huskiness in her voice. She now understood why they
called it ‘bedroom voice.’ This was making no sort of logical sense, dammit!
She didn’t know him. Well, she’d just found out his name and his job, but that
didn’t mean…didn’t mean….
    Her
thoughts left her when his lips touched a sensitive spot on her neck, one she
hadn’t even known she had. Conall’s tongue darted out and caressed it
intimately before giving her a small nip that sent rapid-fire jolts of
electricity to her nerve endings. From there, he sucked at her earlobes, and
ran his tongue along her chin as his hands skimmed her flat belly. Groaning,
Vivienne moved her hand through his mass of thick hair and kissed him hard. She
wanted him to take her, to make her his. She wanted to be his. She didn’t even
know where those thoughts were coming from but at that moment, that was what
she wanted.
    As if
sensing her inner battle was lost to his appeal, Conall’s hands began opening
her blouse. Impatient with the many fasteners, he stopped halfway and ripped
the shirt open. She gasped as buttons flew all over the elevator. His warm
hands settled against her bra and he yanked that down, exposing her to sight
and touch. When his hands caressed her nipples, she screamed into his mouth,
and as his mouth left hers to suck at the budding peaks, she closed her eyes
and let it happen.
    “You even
taste like peaches.”
    Vivienne
barely felt when his hands moved to her pants or underwear, only recognized
when they were pooled at her feet and his fingers were playing with the short,
trimmed hairs of her juncture. A short spurt of self-consciousness ran through
her at being so exposed to this stranger, who wasn’t quite a stranger, in a
public elevator, before it vanished. His hand cupped her sex, and she gyrated
against him in wild excitement. Vivienne shuddered, and cried out when his
finger suddenly parted her folds and flickered over the hardened bud at her
apex.
    Nonsensical
words left her lips as his fingers worked absolute magic. He pressed and
circled, all the while kissing, sucking, and licking at pleasure points she’d
recently discovered with him. She felt the familiar clenching in the pit of her
belly, the white-hot pressure that would soon explode as it washed over her.
     
***
     
    Sensing her
building orgasm, Conall pressed his finger into her body. His eyes widened
briefly as he was met with tight, restrictive flesh. Wincing, Vivienne threw
back her head, exposing the long and graceful curve of her neck. To test what
he thought impossible, Conall withdrew the digit, and gently worked