“You should do it,” I said. “Seriously. Why not?”
“My piggy bank won’t get me there yet.” She smiled. “But it will someday. What about you?”
“If I could sit down with Elon Musk tomorrow, it would be a dream come true.”
“So why don’t you?” Some laughter had returned to her eyes. “Seriously. I’m sure if anyone could do it, it would be you.”
“I’ve tried. Turns out getting a meeting isn’t that easy.” I let an easy smirk curve my lips. “But I’ll keep trying. If I gave up that easily, I wouldn’t be where I was now.”
Something shuttered in her eyes at my words, but it was gone before I could pinpoint what it might have been. Moving on to the next question, I kept learning more about Luna and offering her more of myself.
Three more drinks in, her eyelids started to droop. I was seated next to her now, having moved when the bar became too noisy to hear her from all the way across the table.
Reaching out to slide a finger under her chin, I lifted it until she looked at me. “I think it’s time to call it a night.”
“Yeah.” She yawned. “You might be right. Maybe it’s just the lack of fresh air in here, but I can hardly keep my eyes open.”
“Let’s go.” I ordered another Uber, paid our tab at the bar, and took Luna’s hand as we walked outside.
We were still holding hands when our ride pulled up. Since her apartment was only a short ride away, we didn’t talk much.
Her hand was on my thigh, though, and her fingers were trailing up and down in a way that was definitely sexual this time. Every so often, she even moved a bit higher and brushed my crotch with the back of her hand.
I stifled a groan and moved my hand to her leg, giving her the same treatment. Both of us stared out our own windows, neither of us making a sound that would draw attention to what we were doing.
By the time we exited the car, however, the air between us was so thick with tension that I doubted it was possible to have hidden it completely.
“Want to walk me in?” Luna asked, even though I’d asked the driver to wait for me a minute.
“Sure.” I hadn’t wanted to be presumptuous, despite what had happened in the car. It had been almost two weeks now since we’d last been together and I’d stopped inviting her over a few days ago.
Whatever had been bothering her seemed to have taken a back seat for the night, though. I told the driver he could go, then followed her into her building.
Once we were inside her small bright apartment, I lingered near the door. “I should probably go. Thanks for coming with me tonight and thanks for—”
Luna had kept walking when I’d stopped, but she turned around suddenly and marched back to me. Without any hesitation, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine.
Oh, fuck yeah. This is so happening.
Chapter 25
Luna
Back in the bar, I really hadn’t been able to keep my eyes open. When we’d hit the sidewalk hand in hand, that changed. Fast.
It was like with my first breath of fresh air, my body became supremely aware of Cyrus’s. He’d let me into his life and his world in a way he never had before tonight and it did things to me that he was opening up.
Plus, my body had grown addicted to his and it was done with the denial I’d been putting it through. With his heat radiating into me as we sat close together in the back of the Uber, I just hadn’t been able to keep my hands to myself.
My panties had grown damp just by feeling his hard body so close to mine, smelling that intoxicating scent, and remembering how good things were between us. At first, I hadn’t meant my touches to be a tease in any way.
Since my hands insisted on touching him in some way and my inhibitions were slightly reduced by the amount of alcohol I’d imbibed, I figured putting a hand on his leg was perfectly acceptable at this point in our relationship.
Too bad it hadn’t stayed there. Like it had been possessed, my hand went rogue and did what it really wanted to do. So it ended with practically feeling him up in the backseat of a car being driven by a total stranger.
It was so unlike me that it actually felt like I was breaking free from some mold which, in turn, turned me on even more. Vicious, vicious cycle.
I’d had to bite my lip to keep from moaning all the way back to my place and, once inside, had immediately started heading to my bedroom. Having assumed we were on the same page, I was shocked when he said he had to leave and all I knew was that I couldn’t let him.
I knew I was to blame for him feeling like I might not want him in this way anymore, but it was time to show him how much I really did want him in any way I could get him. With that in mind, I didn’t let him take control this time.
Instead, I pulled his usual trick and walked him back while I kissed him hard, only stopping when he hit the wall. Since I didn’t have his finesse, I hadn’t thought to break the impact with my arms, but Cyrus didn’t seem to mind.
If anything, it seemed to make him even hotter. His mouth warred with mine, our teeth clashing and our tongues dancing as intensely as a tango.
When I abruptly stopped kissing him and dropped to my knees, my hands already on his belt, a growl ripped out of him as he looked down at me. “What are you doing?”
“Turning the tables.” I flashed him a satisfied smirk and yanked his belt free. Once that was done, I undid his button and unzipped him, then carefully lifted his boxers over his cock as I let the pants fall to the floor.
He was hot and hard in my hands, his skin smooth and his tip offering a single bead of wetness. I couldn’t see much of how the rest of his body was reacting, but his fingers threaded into my hair and pulled while his head arched back against the wall.
The muscles in his neck and shoulders were tense and it sounded like he was trying to control his breathing. I grinned against his shaft, feeling a rush of empowerment running through me at how fast I’d managed to get him to this point.
Deciding it was my turn to tease, I pressed soft but open-mouthed kisses all along his hard shaft, giving his skin little sucks as I went along. With one hand wrapped around his base to keep him where I needed him to be, I reached between his legs and ran my finger along the smooth skin I found there until I cupped one of his balls.
I alternated between those and the soft line of skin while I kept my mouth on him. All my touches were feather light, and from the way he was snapping and moaning, I was guessing it was working.
“Shit, Luna. You’re killing me here. Absolutely fucking killing me. I want to come all over your gorgeous face so badly right now. Fuck.”
His hips twitched, and his hands tightened, but he didn’t take over. He was letting me do what I wanted, just like when I’d walked him backward. I wouldn’t have been able to move him otherwise if he hadn’t let me. There was just no way.
“It’s been a while. I wanted to make sure you knew I haven’t forgotten about you or stopped wanting you.”
He stilled, his eyes closing as he rested his head against the wall. A sound fell from his lips, but I wasn’t sure if it was pleasured or tortured.
The next minute, he burst into action and moved so fast I could hardly keep track of what we were doing. When I caught up, I was naked on my bed and he was rolling a condom down his length.