Whatever controlI’d managed to hold on to snapped in the car the moment Luna said she didn’t always wear panties. Her announcement didn’t surprise me—this was Luna, after all—but I couldn’t stop recalling all our previous encounters and tormenting myself by wondering if they’d been panty days or not. And what was today? Was she standing in my kitchen, wearing only a paper-thin skirt soaked through with rain, absolutely nothing else hiding her pussy from me?
From the heat in her eyes, it was safe to say whatever tether had been holding her back had snapped, too. There was always undeniable chemistry between us—the kind that culminated in fucking or fighting. Trouble was, I wasn’t much interested in the latter right now.
Her words hung in the air between us, and I let my gaze caress her body, sweeping over every inch of her. She was soaking wet, probably chilled to the bone. I should be taking her upstairs to shower so she could warm up, but all I could think about was burying my tongue so deep in her pussy she was all I’d taste for days.
I reveled in the feel of her eyes glued to my hands while I unbuttoned my uniform shirt, her gaze drifting lower with each button unsheathed. My voice was too thick, too low, as I said, “Since it looks like we’re stuck together, you can either go upstairs and warm up in a shower…”
“Or?” she asked, her gaze still focused on my movements.
I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it to the side before unbuckling my belt. “Or you can come over here and show me if today is a panty day or not.”
Our gazes were locked, the air thick with anticipation and my body strung tight as I waited for her response. With everything I knew about her, I expected retaliation, a smart-mouthed retort that would put me in my place.
What I did not expect was for her to close the scant distance between us in a rush and leap into my arms, the move sending me stumbling back a few steps as I caught her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, delving her fingers into my hair while I gripped her ass—herbareass beneath that skirt—and held her tight as she crashed her lips down on mine.
I groaned into her mouth, taking everything she gave as I spun us so I could set her on the counter and settle in between her spread thighs. Christ, she was just as sweet as I remembered, her tongue sliding against mine as if she was trying to memorize my taste like I was doing with her.
Digging my fingers into the lush curves of her hips, I broke away from her mouth, kissing my way across her jaw to nip on her earlobe. “How many days have you been around me with your pussy bare, lawbreaker?”
She panted, tipping her head to the side and giving me more access as I scraped my teeth down the long column of her neck. “I plead the Fifth.”
“All the time?” I asked, shoving the cardigan from her body before sliding my hands under her shirt and removing it from her as well. I groaned when I found her bare beneath it—seemed she didn’t just hate panties, but all undergarments—and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfect tits. “Or just specifically when you knew it might piss me off?”
“Believe it or not, Sheriff, not everything is about you,” she said with an awful lot of haughtiness for someone who was sitting on my counter, panting, each breath bringing her bare tits closer to my mouth. “I never intended for you to find out my dirty little secret.”
“I’m gonna be finding out a lot more of them before the night is through.” With that, I lowered my head and engulfed one of her tight peaks in my mouth, sucking deep until she moaned and bowed toward me.
“Fuck,” she whispered, threading her fingers through my hair and working hard to direct me where she wanted me.
Just for that, I bit down on a nipple, hard enough to pull a startled gasp from her lips. “Not yet.”
A low whine emanated from her throat, but she took what I gave her as I divided my attention between her breasts, sucking and licking until her nipples were hard and tight, her tits mottled pink from my beard.
I trailed kisses down her body, sucking on the underside of her breast, licking a circle around her belly button, nipping her hip. When I dropped to my knees in front of her, she slipped her fingers into my hair and tugged me closer, her head tipping back on a sigh. “God, yes…”
But that wasn’t the game we were playing. Luna was all impulses and whims, but not tonight. I was going to show her how good it could be with a bit of discipline.
I slipped my hand beneath her skirt, sliding it up the inside of her thigh until I reached her center and brushed a featherlight touch over her slit. Never quite giving her what she needed, making her desperate for more. As soon as she arched her hips up, seeking more friction, I landed my fingers on her pussy with a sharp smack.
She gasped, her head jerking to stare down at me, eyes wide. “What the hell?”
Tugging her until her ass was perched at the very edge of the counter, I said, “Stop trying to control this. Your job is to sit there and look pretty while I fuck you with my tongue.”
Something sparked deep in her eyes at my words. “You gonna get to that anytime soon? Because I’d really like to have a ride on your cock before you remember sex is messy and you don’t do messes, so let’s get on with it.”
She was right. I absolutely didn’t do messes—physically or otherwise. Yet Luna was the biggest mess of all—tumultuous and unpredictable and completely fucking enrapturing—and I was ensnared by her as surely as if I’d been on the receiving end ofherhandcuffs.
I had no idea why she held so much appeal for me. All I knew was if I didn’t fuck her out of my system, I wouldn’t be able to think straight. Since she’d stepped foot in this town, my thoughts had been consumed by her, like she was the sun and I was just orbiting around her axis. I’d had a month and a half of blue balls, only made bluer after that kiss last week, and I was going to rectify that tonight. It was just sex. And hell, who even knew if it’d be any good between us?
“I’m not going to ‘get on with it,’” I said, voice low. “I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
“Oh my God, would you lick my clit already?”
I pinned her with a hard stare. “Shut up and I might.”
She pressed her lips together, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she waited for my next move. Something shifted deep inside me, the notion that this woman, whose impulses usually controlled her, was sitting patiently, quietly waiting for me, was intoxicating like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck, you’re sweet when you obey me.”
