There’s no denying that.
I inch closer, and when our hands touch, the contact sends burning desire right through me. Lunar’s fruity breath merely inches from me, her heat radiating as I lick my lips, ready to kiss her. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and in some sort of hypnotic movement, our heads tilt to the side, inching closer until we are only a hair’s breadth apart.
Suddenly, a knock on the door startles us and forces an instinctive retreat. The sizzling connection is lost, and we’re both panting for breath.
I turn my attention to the door. “Shit,” I murmur. “Must be room service.”
Glancing back at her, her cheeks flush a deep crimson while she controls her breathing. With a smile, she nods in acknowledgment.
“You ordered for me? How very assertive of you.”
With a laugh, I stand and head toward the door. “Oh, Lunar, you have no idea how assertive I can be.”
It’s her turn to laugh when I rearrange my cock not so subtly and answer the door.
“Room service,” the server states, standing with a cart.
“Thanks!” I grab the cart and wheel it through the door. “Lunch is served,” I call out, moving the cart closer to her. I figure it’s like a table, and we can eat straight from it.
“What’s on the menu?”
“I hope you’re not one of those chicks who’s all salads and watching their weight,” I tease.
“Nope. Salads have their place, but I’d rather a big juicy burger any day.”
“Well, good.” I lift the cloche to reveal abig juicy burger,and she laughs.
“Perfect, I’m starved.” She leans in, snatches some fries, and eagerly stuffs them into her mouth.
There’s something about a woman who knows how to eat—it’s such a turn-on.
But who am I kidding?
Everything about Lunar is a fucking turn-on.
Chapter Six
DANGER
After enjoying our delicious meal, of which Lunar ate more than I did, we decided to watch a movie. I have to say, I’m suitably impressed that a woman can feel free to eat whatever the hell she wants in front of me. I’m honestly not used to that. It’s utterly refreshing.
Normally, when spending time with a chick, I’d be angling for sex a lot faster than this, but spending time with Lunar is actually kind of fun. Yeah, I really want to fuck her, but getting to know her is a real bonus.
I can’t help but notice, as we sit on the bed against the headboard, the casual side glances that we’re throwing at each other. Our bodies are so close we’re almost touching, and it’s like there’s a charge electrifying between us, drawing us together while we both breathe a steady but uneven rhythm. It’s been sparking and igniting for the entire movie, and it’s starting to drive me crazy. The urge to spin and roll on top of Lunar, pinning her to the bed and kissing her, is playing over and over in my mind, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate that.
The movie finally finishes, the music sounds, and the credits roll. I stretch slightly, and Lunar moves like she’s going to get up. “I’d better go. It’s getting on, and the club will be wondering where I am.”
Annoyance floods me with the fact that they have this much control over her, but I understand she feels like she has a duty to them, so I won’t stand in the way.
“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” Standing, my cock is screaming at me for not making a move on her.
A deathly silence falls over us, but at the same time, that electricity is still sparking through the air between us. The pale silver moonlight shines in through the window, illuminating Luna’s beautiful features, and as she reaches for her handbag, her breath heaving as I step up beside her. My hand reaches out to help her. Our fingers touch, an electrifying current surging through us as she inhales sharply. Quickly grabbing her bag, she pulls it to her as if to stem the shock.
“I… I should go,” she whispers, her voice breathy.
Nodding, I can’t find anything to say because I’m scared that if I do speak, I will beg her to stay. So I gesture with my hand for the door, and she weakly smiles before turning. Grimacing as she turns her back to me and heads for the door, my breathing increases while the ache in my cock screams at me to stop her.
I can’t let her go without at least tasting her fruity lips.
