With shaking hands, she unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric aside to press her palms against my chest. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, the feeling once again foreign as her fingertips traced over the raised scars beneath my collarbone.
"More," I rasped.
Her cobalt eyes searched my face for a long moment, then she dropped her gaze and continued with the buttons until my shirt hung open. As she parted the fabric, her gasp resonated through the room.
"Oh, Tristan," she breathed, her voice thick with the weight of unshed tears.
With gentle urgency, I captured her hand and pressed it against the center of my chest, reveling in the burn of her touch, and allowing her to feel the steady rhythm of my heart. The bullets had left new scars to add to my collection, one last memento from Gino, and they were still fresh, but I was still here. And so was she.
I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall forgotten onto the couch behind me. My shirt followed. As I gathered Luna in my arms once more, the sensation of her bare skin against mine was overwhelming, making my head swim and another shudder ripple through me, stronger than before. I groaned aloud, desperate to be closer even as my body revolted against the sensation.
Luna tried to pull away.
"No."Don't let go. Don't ever let go.
"But…"
"I just need a minute," I whispered.
She held perfectly still, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of her body against mine again. I focused on the steady rise and fall of her chest, syncing my breathing with hers, and slowly, the tension drained from my muscles and the hunger returned.
Would she ever be able to touch me without me reacting like this? I didn't know, but I hoped so, because I wanted nothing else than to have her hands on me whenever she wanted, just like this.
I'd waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now that it was here, I found myself savoring the anticipation even as my body screamed at me to take her, possess her, make her mine.
Luna turned her head and pressed a kiss to a fresh scar near my heart and I sucked in a breath. Even in heels, the top of her head barely came up to my chin.
She continued to kiss each new scar, the sensation of her warm lips and wet tongue on my damaged skin both strange and exhilarating. Her tears wet my skin, and I absorbed her pain, adding it to my own. I would take it all from her. Everything she had to give. I wanted it all.
"I need you," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion.
Lifting her head, her blue eyes met mine, and I could see everything she was thinking and feeling. I waited, allowing her to make the choice. I would have her, either way, but I wanted to see what she would do.
I lowered my head and brushed my lips against the corner of her mouth. A rush went through me when I felt her tremble. "I need to be inside of you," I murmured against her mouth.
Her eyes closed, and she swayed toward me.
"Dance for me, Luna."
She still hesitated, but only for a moment. With her hands on my chest, she pushed me until the backs of my knees hit the couch and I sat, positioning her on my lap. I reached down, my fingers sliding between her thighs. She was wet and ready for me, her body trembling with anticipation. I groaned when I felt her need for me, my own body responding in kind.
Lifting onto her knees, she reached down and unfastened my slacks, sliding her hand inside my boxer briefs. Her breath caught and her eyes flashed to mine when she found me.
The feel of my cock in her small hand was…indescribable.
But I wanted to be inside of her. Ineededto be inside of her.
Reaching down, I moved the scrap of material covering her sweet pussy and guided myself inside, feeling her wet heat tighten around me as I sank into her all the way to my balls.
She cried out, and I went still, giving her a second. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Pulling her down to me, I wrapped my arms around her. "Mine," I breathed against her throat.
Slowly, she started to dance.
I couldn't get enough of her. The way she moved. The way she felt. The way she tasted. I wanted to feel her come on my cock. On my mouth. Wanted to take her sweet ass. I'd been without her for too long, and now that I had her back, I was never letting her go.
Luna rode me hard, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she threw her head back and cried out my name. I groaned hearing it, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust up into her, savoring the feel of her tight heat surrounding me.
"Fuck, Tristan," she panted. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moved faster, chasing her release.
