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

this in years.
    He stops at the top of my thigh by my hip and then inches around to my ass. He gives the flesh a squeeze.
    Sweet Jesus!
    I’m nearly lost in a sex stupor, but an annoying practical voice keeps interrupting with warnings. I ignore the voice, focusing instead on Dan’s other hand—the one with his thumb circling the edge of my breast as if asking for permission. Yes, yes, I answer by twisting into his touch. My body hasn’t been handled in so long I can’t help but release a low moan.
    I’m stuck between desperately wanting this to continue and knowing it has to stop. The warnings grow louder. But his hands . . . my God, they’re igniting a fire as they skim down my bare spine, across my ass, and up my thighs. I nearly combust when his hands begin showing my breasts a good time over my dress.
    Another moan escapes me, which seems to elicit one from him as well. I run my fingers over the ripples of his six-pack and up his firm chest through a small patch of chest hair. His heart is racing just like mine.
    He tightens his grip on my ass as I shift over him more until I’m practically pinning him down. I graze my nails down his side and slip a finger beneath the waistband of his pants. I move along the edge, tracing across the roughness of his happy trail. I roll my hips into his and my thigh notices that he’s ready. So am I.
    Should I start on his belt?
    “No!” the voice in my head shouts. But I want to—so badly. It’s just a belt, after all.
    I’m losing this battle and fast. I tease my tongue along his bottom lip. Another groan from him spurs me on. I circle my hips in a slow, steady rhythm, making sure to press my thigh against his hardness with each rotation. I’m close to the point of no return. One more hip grind or tongue flick and I’ll have to get naked.
    He spends a moment fiddling with the small bit of fabric at my shoulder, and just when he begins to ease the material down, I hear a noise and freeze.
    “What was that?” I pull back and lift up on one elbow.
    Dazed by my abrupt interruption, he murmurs, “What?” as his hands stop dead on my ass and breast.
    We both listen. There’s giggling only a few feet and a door away. “It’s my roommates,” I whisper.
    “I’ll be quiet,” Dan assures me, guiding my mouth back to his.
    I lean over him again, kissing him just as passionately, and our hands continue their exploration. But the brief interruption allows the warnings a better chance to be heard loud and clear.
    I’ve had myself turned to OFF for so long that now that my switch is flipped, I don’t want to stop. Yet, if I let things go too far, it’ll probably be the end. If he gets it all now, what’s left to come back for? I’ll be just another notch. I have to stop, and I need to be honest.
    “Dan,” I whisper, pulling my lips a fraction away from his as he massages my breast.
    “Yeah?” he mumbles against my mouth, pressing my hips against his.
    Stop? Go? Stop? Yes, stop. I have to.
    I break away again, creating several inches of space between us. “I want this, but . . . I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He stretches toward me, which not only closes the small distance between us, but also pins me underneath him. I momentarily succumb to his strength, his weight, and his warm breath traveling upward along my neck as his lips plant kisses mere centimeters apart.
    “Why?” he whispers in my ear as he nips on my earlobe.
    I don’t know why . . . wait, yes, I do . “Do you really need me to tell you?” I ask without an ounce of conviction.His delicious lips and divine hands are making me acutely aware of just how long it’s been since I’ve had sex; and now that I’ve allowed my hormones an inch, they’re begging for a mile. I scoot back on the bed, further away this time, trying to look him in the eye.
    “Yes,” he answers quietly, coming at me again with those perfect lips and kissing along the edge of my jaw. He’s making this difficult.
    I push