Luna slides her hand to my thigh, and I jerk on contact. She pulls her shoulders back, licks her lip, and tilts her head. “Cole.”
I hold my breath. “Yes?”
She leans toward me. “I would like to go home with you tonight.” She stares into my eyes. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”
I can’t stop myself. I lean forward and press my lips to hers. I ravage her lips, telling her how much I want her with me without even saying a word.
As soon as I pull away, I put my hand up for the waiter. “Check, please.”
I hold Luna’s hand to my thigh, not wanting her to move it away. As soon as I pay, I’m pulling her from her seat and guiding her to the front door. Stone is already holding open the back door tomy SUV, and I help Luna in before climbing in after her. We hold hands the whole way, the car filled with sexual tension.
“Home, please, Stone.”
His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, and I dare him to say a word.
It only takes a few minutes to get to my house, but it feels like forever. The whole way, Luna is stroking her finger along my hand, and it’s driving me crazy. As soon as we pull into my driveway, I help Luna from the car and lead her to the front door.
“This is it. My home… I mean, I hope it’s going to be our home.”
She’s looking around wide-eyed, and I’m trying to make sense of her expression. Does she like it? Does she hate it? Can she see herself being happy here? I lead her from room to room, showing her the kitchen, the dining room, the living room. I take her upstairs and show her the three bedrooms, the office, and the bathrooms.
She’s quiet the whole time, and when we get to the last room, my bedroom, I stand in the doorway as she walks in, letting her hand trail along the dresser before peaking into the large bathroom. I cross my arms over my chest. “Any of this can be changed. As a matter of fact, I want this to be a home you love, so I want you to decorate or do whatever.”
She sits down on the edge of the bed, and I know that image is going to be ingrained into my mind forever.
She lifts her chin and looks at me. “I really like your house, Cole.”
I let out a breath. “Good, I’m glad because I want?—”
She holds a hand up. “For tonight, can we not talk about tomorrow or the future or the crazy proposal? Can we just be two people that went on a date, had a good time, and are not ready for it to end?”
My hand drops to my side, and I can barely croak out, “Yes.”
She stands up and slowly kicks off one shoe and then the other. My heart is racing, and my hands fist.
She grabs her dress by the hem and pulls it up her body, not stopping until she has it over her head. She lays it on the chair next to the bed and then turns to face me. I take in her black panties and matching bra. She’s curvy and tempting in a way that has me taking a step toward her, fighting temptation.
She reaches behind her back and undoes her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and then pulling the silky material from her breasts.
All I can do is take another step toward her. She puts her fingers into the front of her panties, and the room goes completely still as she pulls them down her thighs, steps out of them, and tosses them to where her dress is lying.
Unable to hold back a second longer, I step toward her. I want to touch her everywhere, but I lift her chin so she’s looking at me. “You don’t have to do this. We can wait.”
She smiles. “I want you, Cole. Since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you. Let me have this.”
Her words take me back a bit. Is she thinking that this is a one-time thing? Does she really think that she can give herself to me and that one time will be enough? That I’ll get my fill of her or something? That’s crazy.
I’m about to tell her so when she undoes a button on my shirt. I let her do it. One by one, she unfastens the small buttons, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
When she reaches the last one, she slides her hands up my abdomen and across my chest. My head falls back in satisfaction. I’m hard, my dick already oozing with precum, and somehow I’ve gotta make it through this without embarrassing myself like some teenage boy getting laid for the first time.
I help her remove my shirt and then I pull her against me. The feel of her hot skin against mine brings an overwhelming need that I can’t tame.
Her nipples are pebbled against my chest. I put a hand to her back, pulling her flush against me.
She holds me tightly, and then her hand slides down my body, and she cups my hard manhood through my trousers. “You have too many clothes on, Cole.”
She undoes the button and slowly lowers my zipper. She reaches into my underwear and wraps her hand around my girth.
