Free A Moment of Truth: A Complete Bonus Set (A Matter of Trust #1-2) by Q. T. Ruby Page A

Dan’s face fades as he notices my lips part in anticipation. Long dormant hormones flood my bloodstream as my heart knocks about my chest so hard and fast I think it might simply stop.
    Dan’s fingers slowly slip across my cheek and curl their way around the nape of my neck. He gently guides my mouth toward his. His magnificent face is closer than it’s ever been, and that soap and shaving cream scent is right there, beckoning me forward.
    Finally, our lips meet with one soft kiss . . . then two . . . then another.
    It isn’t long before I flick my tongue against his lips like a secret knock— can I come in? And just like that, his mouth open-sesames, and our tongues do a whole lot of getting-to-know-you.
    I stroke his freshly shaven cheek, noting how the muscles of his jaw loosen and tighten as our kiss deepens. Not a second later, his other hand is in my hair, pressing our faces closer, closer—as if there’s space left to close. My hand drops to his chest.
    I’ve daydreamed about how it would feel when his perfect lips captured mine, but this—his hands cupping my head, his mouth wanting mine, tasting my mouth tasting his—is more sensuous than I could have possibly imagined.
    Before long, consequences pile up in my dizzy head. I pull away slightly because I’m on the verge of crossing the line I’ve drawn for myself. Yet one brief glance into Dan’s mesmerizing green eyes lures me back in, making it all too easy to surrender to my awakening desire.
    Instinctively, our bodies shift to better face one another. With one hand still knotted in my hair, Dan skims his other hand down the length of my arm, causing chills to erupt in the wake of his touch.
    Allowing the hormones to take control, I slip my hands behind his neck and press my body against his. I’m not sure if he’s lost balance or I unknowingly push, but in an instant, I’m on top of him as he falls back onto the bed.
    I nestle my hips into his side and thigh, snaking a leg around one of his. He fiddles with my hair, trying to take it down, so I reach up and swat his fingers away to gain access. He snickers in my mouth.
    Once I unclasp my hair, he weaves his hand back in there, holding my head steady. With his free hand, he begins an exploratory circuit down my exposed back and up my side, inching closer to my breast with each slow lap.
    Supporting myself on one elbow, I take full advantage of his body finally touching mine. I slide my hand across his chest and torso, noting the hard muscles that lay hidden under his clothing.
    I take my time undoing each button of his shirt. When it’s completely open, I tug at the T-shirt underneath, untucking it from his pants. So many layers!
    I wiggle my cool fingers up underneath his shirt, along the warm, soft skin of his toned stomach. He arches into my touch. I lightly graze his chest with my nails.
    And then he moans.
    Oh Lord.
    I’m desperate to pounce on him, but I refrain, reminding myself of that stupid line I promised myself I wouldn’t cross.
    Dan lightly kneads the back of my head with one hand while he makes slow circles on my tailbone with his other. Instinctively, I press my hips to his, which seems to give him the green light to travel lower. After stroking my hip a few times, he drifts his hand down to the hem of my dress, rubbing the edge between two fingers. He releases the fabric, but as he glides his hand up my hip, the hem rises an inch or two. I can’t help it—I grind my hips into his again.
    What’s he doing to me?
    He stops at my waist, his fingers lingering, and I’m relieved that I’m out of the danger zone until he slides his hand down to the hem again.
    Oh boy.
    My resolve is quickly fading, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
    He toys with the hem again, then hooks a finger underneath the edge and slides it higher. As the dress rises, his fingers splay out and skim over my bare thigh that must be wondering what the hell is going on. It hasn’t seen action like