“Oh, no, if there’s one thing about my parents, it’s that they’re never afraid to hurt my feelings. Just consider the crappy job they’ve stuck me in because they don’t believe in my abilities.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “If you say so.”
“So your point is invalid.” Davis ran his hand down her hair.
“No, just because you think your mom doesn’t have a problem with me, doesn’t mean anything.”
“Why are you afraid to be involved with me?” he asked again, standing as close as he dared. “Are you afraid of how good we can be together?”
“That’s not it,” she insisted, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Well, the sex was pretty fantastic as I remember it, so it can’t be that,” he teased.
She flushed. “No, it can’t be that.”
“Wanna try it again?”
Now her gaze snapped to his, fiery green to laughing blue. “You said that was a joke.”
“It was. It is. But . . .” He ran the side of his finger down her cheek. “If I get another chance with you, I’m taking it.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she admitted quietly. “What I remember versus what must have actually happened.”
“I admit it probably would have been better if we’d both been sober.” He kissed her cheek, watched her pupils dilate, and kissed her again. “Do you think we should give it another try to find out how good it can be?”
She shook her head even as she leaned into Davis’s embrace. “It’s a bad idea.”
But Luna touched her lips to his and, for him, everything went black. The only thing Davis could think of was her hot mouth. Not the air conditioning that kicked on, or the fact they were in his office surrounded by other people. He’d realized that he needed to seize the moment when it came to Luna, so that’s exactly what he did. With a hand on either side of her head, he pulled her closer to him and thrust his tongue in her mouth. She whimpered, and he angled his hips to press his growing erection into her belly. She drug her hands down his back and untucked his shirt, grabbing his ass and grinding her pelvis with his. She kissed him back before jerking away, licking and nibbling his throat until his scruff rubbed her face raw. Davis couldn’t resist groping her, running his hands over her ass cheeks and squeezing as she moaned in agreement. Luna dragged her mouth back to his and bit his lower lip.
“Luna,” he mumbled against her. “I’m going to fuck you. Right here, right now.”
He was rewarded with her fervent nod and didn’t hesitate to press his advantage. He backed her to the desk and lifted her skirt, running his fingers across her panties and finding them damp. He dug out his wallet as he kissed her deeply, fumbling with his zipper and praying she didn’t change her mind. The second he had a condom on, he lifted her by the hips until she sat on the edge of his desk. Luna pulled on his tie and bit his neck in the instant he pushed inside her. She groaned and wrapped her leg around his waist, shoving at his dress shirt so she could run her hands over his chest.
Davis tweaked Luna’s nipples through her blouse, pumping in and out in a pace meant to prove to her how good it could be. She muffled her screams in his neck and he felt his balls tightening in response. He fought the ruffle of her skirt to bring his hand to her pussy, circling his thumb over her clit until she shivered and practically vibrated in his arms. When his name tumbled from her lips, lost in the fabric of his shirt, he let go and came inside her.
She laid her head on his shoulder with a heavy breath. He couldn’t let her go, despite knowing he should. He rained kisses on the side of her head and finally relaxed his hold. He pulled her face up to look in her eyes.
“Luna?”
“Mm.” She looked down to where they were still attached.
“You okay?” he asked nervously.
“Definitely.” She looked up then, and he sighed in relief. “You were right, it was better.”
“Um, we should clean up.”
She slapped a hand to her forehead. “Your door doesn’t even lock.”
“Nope.”
He stepped away, allowing her legs to fall. She stood and looked around, finding a box of tissues on the credenza. He turned away from her to see to himself and moved to his chair to give her a few extra minutes. When she remained in the corner, he got up and went over to her.
“Do you want to go to dinner, Luna?” He touched her shoulder, but she didn’t turn. “Maybe talk about this?”
“I don’t think so.”
He wanted to ask why, but he was pretty certain he knew the answer already. Dinner was like a date, and after what they’d just done . . .
“Not as anything but what this is, Luna. Not as a couple, or whatever you’re so against. Just as we’ve always been.”
“But we’re not as we’ve always been, are we?” She turned to him finally, and his heart broke at the look on her face. “For four years now, I worried what would happen when I gave in. I knew I would eventually, and I knew we would crash and burn if I did. So, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to stick around and watch the wreckage go up in flames.”
His protest died in his throat as she walked out of his office.
