LUNA
The voicein the back of my head, telling me I was making a huge mistake, had given up about thirty seconds after I followed Nate out of the bar when it became obvious I wasn’t going to listen.
We left the bar without touching, there would be no hand-holding or anything of the sort to get tongues wagging, but as soon as we made it to his car, something in Nate snapped. He beeped the locks, but before I could get the passenger door open, he grabbed my arm and spun me around, using his body to force mine back against the car. With his front plastered to mine, he lowered his head and took my mouth with his. The kiss wasn’t fierce and rushed, but it wasn’t calm and sedate either. It was potent and intoxicating. He easily parted my lips with his and slid his tongue inside to gently stroke against mine. The feel of it made my knees tremble, and I would have slid right down onto the asphalt had he not been holding me up.
When he pulled back—all too soon—we were both breathing heavily. I blinked to clear the sudden fuzziness from my vision and tilted my head up to see him staring down at me with a look I could only describe as primal. “Let’s go.” He finally backed up enough to give me room to move, holding on to my elbow as he opened the door and guided me into the seat.
He broke several traffic laws on the way to my house, but I never once felt unsafe. If anything, his need for me was so great that going seven miles over the speed limit only turned me on that much more.
Crushed shell spit back from his tires as he whipped into my driveway and jerked to an abrupt stop, and within seconds, he had me by the hand and was pulling me up the front steps.
“Damn, this really is some view,” he said once we were inside. I hadn’t turned on any interior lights, so the full moon reflecting off the water poured into my living room from the big picture windows on the back of the house, bathing everything in soft, blue-tinged light. “And this is some house.”
“You want a tour?” I curled my lips between my teeth and bit down to stifle my giggle at the look he gave me just then. “Okay, no tour.”
“Tour later. Right now I need inside you.”
Shifting to stand in front of him, I dragged my fingernail down the front of my shirt as I lifted on my tiptoes, my lips whispering against his as I said, “If you like this view, you should see the one from my bedroom.”
I let out a sharp yelp of surprise that morphed into a full belly laugh when, with an animal-like growl, he lifted me right off the ground and started for the stairs. I happily wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried up like I weighed no more than air. Burying my face in his neck, I inhaled deeply, taking his scent into my lungs and holding it for as long as I could.
“God, you always smell so good. I think I’m addicted to your scent.”
His fingers clenched my ass, the pressure nearly enough to leave bruises, but I didn’t mind one damn bit. “I know I’m addicted to yours. Which way?”
“Right. There’s only one door. That’s my room.”
A second later, he carried me past the threshold into my bedroom. Sure enough, the view was breathtaking. Enough so that he had to stop and take it in. “Holy shit. You weren’t lying, baby.”
My back wall consisted mainly of windows, and with the blinds drawn and the curtains open, the room practically glowed. The inky midnight sky was speckled with millions of white stars, and the moon was so big it almost seemed like you could reach out and touch it. The whitecaps glimmered off the top of the waves.
“I fell in love with this house the moment I saw it. I dreamed of living here for longer than I can remember. I stepped inside, and that love was solidified. But this view was why I put an offer in on a house I couldn’t afford. As soon as I saw it, I knew I was home.”
“I can see why.” Then, just like that, his fascination with the view disappeared, and his focus turned solely on me.
I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d wanted anything as much as I wanted him.
When his lips came back to mine, I wrapped my arms around him, dragging my nails down his back and fisting the material of his shirt. He kissed me like he was born to do it, like it was the reason he existed. His mouth formed perfectly to mine, like they were made for each other.
My head fell back on a groan when he broke from my lips to lick down my neck. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I argued, yanking at his shirt again.
He took me by the arms and shifted me back a few inches, looking at me as a raspy chuckle scraped up his throat. Then, like some sort of sexual ninja magician, he had us both stripped down to nothing in the blink of an eye.
Cupping one of my swollen breasts in his large hand, he lashed at my aching nipple with his tongue before scraping it with the stubble on his chin. “That better?”
I let out a pathetic whimper as I fisted his hair. “Worse. You’re going to tease me to death.”
One second, I was on my feet, the next I was falling backward into the fluff of my cozy white comforter. “Oh, no, Luna.” The smile that stretched across his lips had me clenching my thighs as liquid warmth pooled in my belly. “I’d never tease you to death. My goal is death by orgasm.”
As if to prove his point, he spread my legs wide, holding them open with his palms on the insides of my thighs, as he dragged his wicked tongue up my center.
I cried out, arching off the bed as he buried his face between my legs. The flutter in my core matched the flutter of his tongue as he flicked and teased that tiny bundle of nerves before driving his tongue inside me. He had me writhing on the bed in no time, fisting the comforter so tight I thought I might rip it as my hips undulated, rubbing at his face.
I came just like that, on his tongue, in his mouth, until I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids and my throat was raw from crying out his name.
He had a Cheshire cat grin firmly in place when he crawled up my body, grabbing me behind the knees and wrapping my legs around his hips. “That’s one.”
Oh God, he really was going to try and make me climax to death. “Nate, I don’t think—oh my God,” I finished on a shout as he plunged into me, his thick cock stretching me wide. I could feel him everywhere.