I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Then tell me what you thought about.”
She’s trembling now—not from fear, not from cold. From anticipation.
“I thought about your hands,” she says. “How big they are. How they’d feel pinning me down. I thought about your voice telling me what to do. I thought about your mouth. On me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
God, she kills me.
I graze her collarbone with my mouth. My hand slides under her thigh, lifting her leg over my hip as I roll her slightly onto her back. She’s open for me, trusting, waiting.
I’m dying to have her.
But I’m also dying totellher.
I freeze.
I feel her breath hitch, sense her reading my silence.
Her fingers find my jaw. “What is it?”
“I…” My voice catches. “I want to tell you something.”
There’s a long pause. She shifts, pulls back just an inch.
Her voice is gentle. “Is this about your real name?”
My heart stops.
She’s smarter than I give her credit for. Maybe smarter than I am.
“Yes,” I admit. “It is.”
But before I can say the words, she shakes her head—soft, slow.
“Don’t.”
I blink. “Don’t… what?”
“Don’t tell me. Not tonight.”
“But—Luna, I?—”
She puts a finger to my lips. “Let me have this. Right here. Right now. I need this…version of you. Thor. Just for tonight.”
Her voice is steady, but I can tell there’s a war going on inside her. Just like there is inside me.
“I know you’re hiding something,” she murmurs. “But for once in my life, I don’t want to know everything. I just want to feel. Is that okay?”
It shouldn’t be. Not really.
But when she looks at me like that—eyes blindfolded but somehow wide open—I nod.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
She pulls me in again, mouth hot against mine.
