Chapter 2
Davis sat on the end of the bed and pulled Luna between his legs. He finally got the chance to touch her as he’d imagined for the last four years, and she surpassed anything he’d ever dreamed up. Her skin was silky; his fingertips tingled. He ran them down her arms, linked their hands together, and stared at her beauty. Her green eyes glowed in the light that came in through the open bedroom door. He’d envisioned her naked countless times, but realized now that he’d gotten it wrong. Muscles sculpted from playing soccer and legs that went for days, ribs and collarbones and angles she hated. He, however, loved the way she looked.
They’d had enough to drink that she wasn’t as shy as she would have been, didn’t cover herself the way she would have, had she been completely sober. He latched onto her taut nipples with his mouth and swirled his tongue over one, feeling her fingers tighten around his. He kissed where he could reach: her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen, and back to her breasts.
Luna untangled their hands and climbed on the bed, giving him a splendid view of her tight ass. He followed her, feeling the leaking of his hard cock as he rested on his side to face her. She traced her fingertips over his chest and he sucked in a breath. He wasn’t sculpted, but he was well-defined enough not to feel embarrassed. Her heavy breathing sounded like heaven to his ears as he kissed her. He wanted to drown in her, to love her repeatedly and make her his. This was an opportunity he had desired and waited for, and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.
He broke away from her. “Condom?”
She nodded, so he scooted off the bed and dashed for his pants. The condom may have been years old, but he’d held onto the hope that one day he would need it. It appeared he’d been smart to do so. At the last second, he thought to check the expiration date and breathed a sigh of relief. He was cutting it close. He grinned at the thought that after tonight he’d have to replace it.
Luna looked up at him when he stood by the bed, and he gazed down at her. He felt a knot of apprehension grow under his heart. If he screwed up what they had, he would lose her forever. If she had regrets in the morning . . .
“Luna, are you positive?”
She licked her lips and tucked the bottom one between her teeth, finally nodding and saying, “Come here.”
He rejoined her on the mattress, balancing himself as it sank under his weight. She looked good enough to eat, so he did. He took her top lip into his mouth, sucking on the tender flesh and listening to her moans of pleasure. He let her go, rising up on his knees and running his hands along her legs. Her muscles contracted and her hips rose, inviting him in. The buzz of good wine was swimming in his head and he was so tempted to just dive into Luna’s willing body. The pervasive thought that he might not get another chance was enough to prevent him from taking the plunge. Instead, he ran his nose along her inner thigh, pressing his lips at the crease where her leg met her torso. She stuttered out a breath and he moved inward, flicking out his tongue to test the water.
“I—No one—”
Davis grinned when Luna couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. He was caveman-proud that he was the first to taste her. He let his tongue come out to play again, focusing on her clit. She gasped and jerked her hips.
“More,” was all she said.
He obliged.
He yearned to drive her up and over the ledge into a mind-blowing orgasm. It may have been several years since he’d had any experience, but he knew what to do. Coating his fingers in her wetness, he slipped first one and then another inside her and searched for the spot to make her scream. His fantasies included his name falling from her lips as she came, and he was going to make that come true.
Luna gripped the sheets and panted a curse he’d never heard her say when he stroked her just right. He enjoyed the taste of her, the feel of her, the excitement of getting what he wanted. The volume of her cries increased, and he knew she was seconds away from a shattering orgasm. Her body shuddered in his arms as she whimpered and moaned. Her legs locked around him and he pried them open until her quaking subsided. When she lay sated and soft, he reached for the condom. He watched her eyelids flicker and she focused hazy eyes on his. He thought about asking again if she was sure, but she put her hands on his ass and urged him closer. She was so fervent that Davis almost forgot to open the condom. He managed to get ahold of himself long enough to be smart, though he wanted to sink deep inside her wet heat.
“God, Luna, look at me,” he begged as he hovered over her. He hoped he’d remember in the morning. He prayed thatshewould remember and not hate him.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as she gazed up at him. Muted light played over her face from the gap in the curtain. Davis pushed forward, holding his breath as he connected with Luna. He couldn’t keep his head up anymore and his forehead thumped to hers. His breath caught in his chest on a sob. Better to trap it inside than freak her out.
“Oh God.” He savored the feelings coursing up his spine. Luna raised her pelvis to meet his every thrust. He knew he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted. He cursed the alcohol he’d consumed even as he was grateful for the chance it gave him.
“Davis!” It came as a drawn-out moan that he felt in his balls.
“Fuck, Luna, you’re so hot.”
She gripped his ass hard, and he knew he was done. He buried his face in her shoulder when he came and tried not to crush her beneath him. He wanted to freeze that moment in time. After kissing her throat a few times, he shifted carefully and dropped to the mattress beside her. He took a minute to catch his breath and then made a trip to the bathroom.
Luna dozed lightly when he returned. Her eyelids fluttered as he settled next to her. He couldn’t resist pulling her close, smiling in triumph when she snaked her arm around his waist. He fell asleep quickly.
His bladder woke him. The room spun as soon as he stood; he put a steadying hand on the wall to keep from falling on his face. He felt the pitch and roll of his stomach and made a dash for the bathroom, barely making it before he lost his dinner. He knew drinking that much was a bad idea, but he’d been having enough fun to keep going when he should have stopped. By the time he crawled back in the bed, Luna’s eyes were open and she stared at him.
“Hey,” he said hoarsely. He cleared his throat.
“Hey,” she said in return.
He had no clue how she felt or what she was thinking. He had the spins and she looked perfectly fine. At least she didn’t seem to feel the need to panic.
“You doing okay?” he asked.
She frowned. “Shouldn’t I be?”
Oh, how to answer that question. “I feel sick after all that wine. Just want to make sure you don’t.”
