Free Moon Kissed by Donna Grant Page A

bypassing the elevator.
    He unlocked the steel door and slid it open. “Make yourself at home,” he said as he waved her inside.
    “I love the space,” she said looking around.
    Myles shut the door and watched her. He looked around the large room with its fifteen-foot ceilings. He’d left the brick walls and the air vent piping exposed, using them as part of his décor.
    His bed had burgundy bed curtains that he could pull closed to shut out the light from the many windows was against the far back wall. The kitchen was small but adequate. He had no cabinets, instead storing what little he needed on shelves.  
    There was a small table in the kitchen where he ate if he didn’t take the food to his brown leather couch that separated the bedroom from the living room. Opposite the couch, a TV hung on the wall.
      “It’s amazing,” Addison said with a smile as she looked over her shoulder at him.
    “It’s simple.”
    She stopped and turned to face him. “It suits you perfectly.”
    Myles locked and pushed off the door. “I’ve got movies. There’s an Xbox if you prefer. I can also make you something to eat if you’re hungry.”
    “I’m not hungry, I don’t play video games, and I don’t want to watch a movie.” She pulled her purse strap over her head and dropped the bag on the couch.  
    Myles held his ground, afraid to move or utter a single sound and break the spell. Addison removed the too-big flip-flops while holding his gaze. He’d seen those amazing eyes up close. There were flecks of gold in her hazel eyes, and when she was scared, there was more green than brown.
    “What do you want to do?” he asked.
    She smiled a little shyly and glanced down. “This,” she said and closed the distance between them before she kissed him.
    Myles locked his arms around her and gave himself up to the fiery, fierce kiss. This time, he didn’t have to worry about an attack. This time, he didn’t have to end it.
    He backed her across the space to the bed and lifted her up. A laugh escaped her as she broke the kiss and looked down at him. Myles carefully tossed her on the bed and quickly placed a knee on the mattress as he crawled over her.
    “That look makes me feel as if I have butterflies,” she whispered.
    Myles paused. “What look?”
    “This one,” she said and placed her hands on his face tracing his nose, brows, jaw, and lips.  
    He turned his head to place a kiss on the inside of one of her arms. “Ah. You mean the one that says I crave you more than anything.”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “No one has ever looked at me like that before.”
    “Stupid fools. Then again, they saved you for me.”
    He lowered his weight atop her as they kissed again. She began to tug at his shirt. Myles stopped kissing her long enough to yank it off. The way her body cradled his caused his blood to pound relentlessly with need. He wanted to take his time, to love her accordingly, but he’d spent too long fantasizing about making her his.
    He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. As he did, he pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her skin was warm, soft. Her lips were enticing, tempting.  
    It took little more to remove her denim shorts, leaving her in nothing but her plain white cotton bra and panties. With a flick of his wrist, he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms. It was Addison who pulled it from between their bodies and flung it. He returned her to her back and leaned over her.
    “My God,” he murmured as he looked down at her pert breasts and pink tipped nipples. He skimmed his hand along her flat belly and then up to cup one breast. “You’re gorgeous.”
    Her blush stained her cheeks, her chest, and even her breasts. How one compliment could embarrass her only made him want more time with her. He watched her face as he flicked his thumb across her nipple. She inhaled sharply at first. As he circled the taut bud, her hips began to move.
    She was a lovely sight, a