She raises her glass. “To summer, I guess.”
We clink.
“So…” she says, turning toward me slightly, one bare leg tucked beneath her. “You ever done this?”
“Done…what?”
She takes a slow sip before answering. “Hook up with someone. Just for sex. No strings attached. Like…a booty call, essentially?”
That flicker in her eyes tells me she’s not asking lightly.
My heart kicks in my chest. Tracy’s voice flashes through my mind—he’s just a ticket out of here—and all the trust I swore I’d never hand over again.
That was never supposed to be casual. Maybe it was for her. But not for me.
I take a long sip, then shake my head. “No. Never.”
She swallows hard, then glances down at her drink. “Me neither.”
The silence stretches for a beat. Not awkward, just charged.
“You nervous?” I ask, watching her closely.
She lifts her eyes to mine, biting her bottom lip, then slowly shakes her head. “Not with you. Not in a bad way, I mean. It’s more like… that fluttery, cliff-diving kind of nervous.”
I laugh under my breath. “That sounds dangerous.”
Her eyes narrow, teasing. “Maybe it is.”
She lifts her glass again and finishes it in one last sip, setting it gently on the coffee table. I follow suit.
Then she shifts closer. “But I think I’m in the mood to do something a little dangerous.”
My pulse surges.
“You sure?” I ask, voice lower now.
She nods, slowly. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Her hand rests on my thigh, and my breath hitches. I slide an arm around her shoulders and draw her in, our foreheads brushing. The tension between us is practically alive—crackling, hot, and barely restrained.
“So. I know you have a masked man fantasy,” I murmur, brushing a hand over her head, letting my fingers trail down her jaw, slow and reverent. “What else is going on in that crazy little head of yours?”
She bites her lip, clearly debating. “You really want to know?”
I nod, cocky grin tugging at my mouth. “Hit me. Come on. The one good thing about our situation? You won’t say anything that surprises me.”
She gives me this sideways look—mischievous, dangerous.
“I want you to hold me down,” she says quietly. “Pin me. Put your hand over my mouth so the neighbors can’t hear how loud I get. And take me like youownme.”
“Jesus, Luna,” I manage, laughing under my breath as my cock goes rock hard under her hand. “Remind me never to doubt you again.”
Her eyes sparkle with wicked delight. “What? You said I wouldn’t surprise you. And that’s the just the tip of the iceberg.”
“You didn’t surprise me. You shattered me,” I murmur, gripping her waist and tugging her onto my lap like I can’t help myself.
“Oh, and one more thing,” she adds, cocking her head.
