Diana Racine 02 - Goddess of the Moon

don’t move.”
    He watched her slip each button through the buttonhole and slide the blouse off her shoulders. She unbuttoned her skirt , letting it f a ll in folds at her feet . Stepping out of its confines, she kicked it and the blouse behind her before removing her underwear , leaving only the high-heeled sandals her only ornament .
    Lucier felt the swelling in his groin. He reached again, but she waved her finger no. “I don’t know how long―”
    “Didn’t you hear what I said? Quiet.”
    He visually traced her naked body. Her skin shone incandescent in the dim light ; blue highlights shimmered off her black curls. H e stood, fully clothed with an erection primed to bust his zipper. How much more could he take?
    She started undressing him in the same methodical way she ’d taken off her own clothes. First the jacket, then the tie and shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, before unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor. She left on his boxers and pressed her naked body against his bare torso . H eat shot through every part of hi m, and he visualized him levitating from the pleasure.
    “Have I ever told you I love the color of your skin, the smoothness of it? ” she said “ Your smell, your taste?”
    “Diana―”
    “ Shh . That was a rhetorical question. ” She bent down, took off his right shoe and sock, then picked his foot up and out of his trousers. She did the same with the other foot. He never realized how much desire hurt until now .
    “You’re moving.”
    “That’s because I’m not dead. I’d have to be dead to stand still while you’re running your hand up my leg .” T he moan rose from deep inside. “Enough.”
    “If you move, it’s over. I’ll lock myself in the bathroom and you’ll be forced to jerk yourself off.”
    “This is torture worse than waterboarding.” Christ, he was begging the woman to stop pleasuring him. He must be deranged. “Have pity.”
    “No pity. Don’t move.” She kissed her way down his chest until she got to the waistband of his shorts.
    “Fuck it! That’s enough. You’ve proved your point. I accept your apology.” He picked her up. She weighed almost nothing, a tiny perfectly-formed woman, skin like cream velvet.
    “You didn’t let me finish,” she teased .
    “Look at me. I’m finished. You finished me. If you kept going there’d be nothing left for you.”
    She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck. “I thought a tough guy like you could go all night, and then some.”
    “Not this one. Not i f you kept doing what you were doing . ” She laughed. God , he loved her laugh.
    Then he kissed her all the way to the bedroom as if she were dessert. She tasted sweet, like honey, and smelled deliciously spicy. “I love the scent you wear.”
    “It’s Opium. The perfume.”
    “No wonder they named it after a drug. It’s intoxicating.”
    “You weren’t supposed to do this, you know,” she said. “I had plans.”
    “ So do I. Very special plans .”
    She bit his neck . “Remind me to pick a fight with you more often.”

Chapter Twenty -Three
    The Never Retractable Word

    T he next morning, Diana arrived at the Sunrise Mission without advance notice. She wore black jeans, a white blouse, and her hair pulled into a high ponytail. S later was sitting at the entrance desk looking over a sheet of paper when she entered . He didn’t seem surprised to see her. His longish hair was damp from his shower, and he wore khakis with a gray short-sleeve polo shirt that matched his eyes. His arms were tanned and well - muscled. The place smelled of fresh coffee and maple syrup .
    “I suspected you’d drop in today,” he said, “but after lunch― after I called .” He emphasized the last comment to make a point. “I’m running late. Just got here myself.” He carried a steaming cup of coffee. “You’re an impatient woman, Diana.”
    “Yes, I am. I wanted to know what you meant last night.”
    “Coffee’s in the kitchen. Wait in my office. I have a few things to attend to.”
    Diana looked around. The mission was busy. Breakfast food still covered the sideboard, while o ne woman clean ed the table and set new places . W hen she scooted around the tables and into the kitchen, another woman was putting dirty dishes into a huge dishwasher . An industrial -sized coffeemaker sat on the counter next to a plastic-wrapped stack of waffles . Still another woman opened the oven to check on two large pan s of