Chapter Six
DANGER
After enjoying our delicious meal, of which Lunar ate more than I did, we decided to watch a movie. I have to say, I’m suitably impressed that a woman can feel free to eat whatever the hell she wants in front of me. I’m honestly not used to that. It’s utterly refreshing.
Normally, when spending time with a chick, I’d be angling for sex a lot faster than this, but spending time with Lunar is actually kind of fun. Yeah, I really want to fuck her, but getting to know her is a real bonus.
I can’t help but notice, as we sit on the bed against the headboard, the casual side glances that we’re throwing at each other.
Our bodies are so close we’re almost touching, and it’s like there’s a charge electrifying between us, drawing us together while we both breathe a steady but uneven rhythm.
It’s been sparking and igniting for the entire movie, and it’s starting to drive me crazy.
The urge to spin and roll on top of Lunar, pinning her to the bed and kissing her, is playing over and over in my mind, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate that.
The movie finally finishes, the music sounds, and the credits roll. I stretch slightly, and Lunar moves like she’s going to get up. “I’d better go. It’s getting on, and the club will be wondering where I am.”
Annoyance floods me with the fact that they have this much control over her, but I understand she feels like she has a duty to them, so I won’t stand in the way.
“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” Standing, my cock is screaming at me for not making a move on her.
A deathly silence falls over us, but at the same time, that electricity is still sparking through the air between us.
The pale silver moonlight shines in through the window, illuminating Luna’s beautiful features, and as she reaches for her handbag, her breath heaving as I step up beside her.
My hand reaches out to help her. Our fingers touch, an electrifying current surging through us as she inhales sharply.
Quickly grabbing her bag, she pulls it to her as if to stem the shock.
“I… I should go,” she whispers, her voice breathy.
Nodding, I can’t find anything to say because I’m scared that if I do speak, I will beg her to stay.
So I gesture with my hand for the door, and she weakly smiles before turning.
Grimacing as she turns her back to me and heads for the door, my breathing increases while the ache in my cock screams at me to stop her.
I can’t let her go without at least tasting her fruity lips.
I can’t let her leave.
Not like this.
When she reaches for the door, I grab her hand, pulling her around to face me.
Her eyes widen while I shake my head. My heart thumps in my chest. One hand slides to her hip, moving her back against the wall with a solid thump.
She lets out a gasp, a slow smile creeping up her face as my other hand grabs her wrist, raising it high above her head.
The hand that was on her hip slides up to her neck, wrapping my fingers around it firmly but not tightly as I look into her eyes.
Her chest heaves while I press my body against her, and she licks her lips as they part slightly.
“I have to taste you, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” I tell her.
Lunar smirks, her hands sliding up the back of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin, causing a slight hiss from between my teeth. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
That’s all the invitation I needed.
I slam my lips to hers forcefully. Warmth radiates from my chest and floods me, sinking through my body all the way to my toes.
I’m not sure what it is, but it’s like molten lava filling every pore and crevice of my being as she kisses me back with fiery passion.
Our tongues collide together while her hand slides down, wrapping around my waist and pulling me tighter to her with dominance.
Lunar’s leg slides up, wrapping around my waist. The move is so fucking sexy I can’t help but grind my rock-hard cock against her pussy.
She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, causing pre-cum to form on my cock.
Our tongues move together in unison while I grind against her, and she pushes back against me.
My grip around her throat tightens a little, my thumb grazing up and down the silkiness of her skin.
Her airway is restricting, but I can tell from the pleasure-filled whimpers that she likes it rough.
The chemistry between us is igniting a brilliant burn, building an extreme intensity while our bodies grind together, fueling an unstoppable passion that threatens to consume us both.
My hand on her wrist tightens, and a slight gasp leaves her mouth when she presses her pussy into my hard cock. A low, throaty growl erupts from my chest while we move together in complete synchronization.
This kiss is frantic, fiery, and explosive, telling me she wants me just as much as I want her.
She tastes fucking delicious.
Even more delicious than I anticipated.
I nip at her bottom lip, then draw it in with my teeth and suck on it.
She moans, running her hand up under my shirt, digging her nails into the muscles of my back.
Grinding into her one last time, I let her know my cock is aching for her.
The motion causes me to pull on her lip, caught between my teeth.
Then, I slowly draw her lip in once more, giving it a final tug.
She whimpers, pressing her pussy against me even more insistently as our foreheads meet, our closeness intensifying the electrical charge between us.
We pant breathlessly, gazing into each other’s eyes as we stare at each other, smiling.
Every first kiss should be like that—hot, sexy as fuck, and full of electricity.
This Australian goddess is something else.
“All kisses should be that good.” I look into her eyes so she knows I’m serious and let her wrist go.
She moves her hands around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair. “Yeah, they definitely should. That tongue ring is something else,” she murmurs.
I smirk and pull back, giving her room to step away from the wall. “Have a good night, Lunar.” I reluctantly let her go, ignoring the strain of my cock behind my jeans. As much as I want her—to sink my cock into her, to fuck and forget her—I know I won’t treat her like the man I was before Ella.
“You too, Danger. I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”
I step with her to the door. “I’ll call you.”
“How ’bout I call you?” she replies.
Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting that! Maybe she doesn’t want to see me again? Is she giving me the blow-off already? Was I too strong-handed with her?
Fuck! Listen to me, the first woman to show interest in me since Ella, and I sound like a needy fucking whiny bitch.
Get a damn grip, Danger.
“Whatever,” I quip with a dismissive shrug, exuding an air of nonchalance.
Lunar smirks. “Good lad!” She leans in and kisses my lips quickly before spinning on her heel and walking out of my hotel room without looking back.
I furrow my brows slightly. Was she testing me again? Does she really not want a guy to fuss all over her?
Keeping my cool with Lunar is crucial, or I’ll push her away. Diving into anything right now isn’t what I need, especially not another long-distance affair. Been there, done that. Ella in the UK, me in America before I made the move to live with her in the UK. And look how that turned out for me.
When I’m finished in Australia, I’ll head home to the States, and Lunar is an all-Australian woman, I can’t imagine her leaving these golden shores.
I swear to God, I’m never doing the long-distance relationship thing again.
I can’t even really entertain anything long-term with Lunar.
The best I can do is a casual short-term fling, and then it’s see-ya-later when I head back to America.
There’s a spring in my step when I close the door and stroll to the bedroom. I fall on the bed, blowing out a puff of air, thinking about what an awesome day I’ve had with Lunar, and we didn’t even have sex.
But the old me no longer feels familiar, and putting my focus on Lunar is the exact opposite of what I should be doing. I don’t comprehend the magnetism, the allure, or the fascination she holds over me.
My focus must be on our band and not getting lost in another woman.
Because we all know how that ended last time.
Three Days Later
The arrivals area is buzzing with anticipation while people wait for their loved ones.
I’m at Adelaide Airport waiting to pick up the guys from their long-haul flight from the States.
They did a layover in Sydney before coming here, and I bet they’re wiped.
I’m nervous but excited all at the same time.
People start moving down the terminal from the arrival area, and I tense, my nerves shot.
A tall guy with short brown hair gathers my attention first—it’s Matt.
I smile widely when he spots me and gives me a curt wave.
Then, his twin brother, Nate, who is behind him, frowns like he’s annoyed at the world.
Not long after, the blond-haired prankster I’ve missed so much appears—Ryan, my best friend.
He looks up and nods as they all walk toward me.
Leaning forward, I take Matt into a back-slapping man hug first. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen him, and he pulls back, looking me up and down. “Good to see you, man,” he says.
“You too, brother.”
Then I reach out, grab Nate’s shoulders, and squeeze when he smiles at me.
I turn to Ryan, and there’s a quiet silence between us.
A thin smile lifts from the corner of his lips.
The need to give him a manly hug and back tap takes over, so I grin, lean in, and pull him to me.
He embraces me tightly, and it finally feels like the tension might be ebbing away from us.
“I’m sorry for how we left things,” Ryan admits.