Chapter Eight
LUNAR
We arrive back at the hotel, and everyone files off the elevators to head to their rooms. I have to admit I’m starting to feel a little nervous. Danger knows why I’m here and what will happen in his room tonight. There is no denying that.
“Night, guys,” I call out, and Ryan winks while Nate and Matt continue to argue about the importance of the reverb adjustment, not even noticing that I’ve spoken.
Danger swipes the key card to his room, and I take a deep breath. The hairs on my arms stand on end with the adrenaline pumping through my system. The door clicks open, and he looks at me before pushing the door wide, giving me space to enter first.
The overhead light is off, but the bedside lamp casts an amber hue, filling the room with a charming, almost romantic ambiance.
I can’t help but smile when we walk in, but the silence is deafening, my pulse droning constantly in my ears.
My body is already throbbing in all the right places with the anticipation of what’s to come.
He turns to face me, taking me in his arms and wrapping them around my waist before he pulls our bodies together. I slide my arms around his neck, staring straight into his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is low, gravelly, so fucking sexy.
Smiling, I bite my lip. No one has said that to me in a long time. In fact, I can’t remember the last time anyone said those words to me, so I answer anxiously, “Thank you.”
“You look nervous. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” The sincerity in his eyes tells me he’s being truthful.
I love that he’s said that.
It makes me want him even more because I know how much he wants me.
The fact he’s willing to wait makes me realize how much of a good guy Danger actually is.
“No, I want you. I want you to fuck me. And I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
A slow smile creeps up on his face as he grinds his cock into my pussy. “Jesus Christ… you’re one hell of a woman, Lunar.”
“You have no idea, big guy.”
I press my lips to his while his hands snake around my back. One slides into my hair, gripping into a tight fist as his tongue dances with mine. His kiss is hungry, full of need and want, and while I kiss him back, I know I’m in for a good night.
With a deep growl, he pushes me up against the wall, the force causing my back to smack against it hard, and a small “oomph” escapes my mouth into his.
The dominance in the push is something most women would find annoying, but it only turns me on.
I’m used to things being rough with men, so this type of control heightens my arousal.
My legs part slightly, allowing his leg to step in between, and his body grinds against me possessively. His tongue ring deliciously invades my mouth, and his hand continues to fist in my hair, his grip tightening with need.
I slide my fingers under his shirt, gripping the tense muscles of his back. When his knee slides up and presses against my pussy, a throbbing ache builds in my clit. A whimper escapes my mouth as he bites my lower lip and moves down, trailing kisses along my jaw.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs between hard kisses along my neck.
His kissing turns to nipping, moving over my collarbone, and all I can do is pant with endless want. We’ve only just started, and he’s already working me up into a frenzy.
Releasing my hair, he slides his hands down my body with a pressure that makes me feel like he wants to possess me.
When he gets to the hem of my dress, I smirk as he lifts it, hoping he likes my surprise underneath.
I may not have been planning for this to happen tonight, but I’m sure he’ll like what he sees.
He pulls my dress up and off to reveal that I’m not only not wearing panties but no bra either.
He gazes down at my nakedness and shakes his head, drawing his bottom lip in with his teeth.
“Damn, girl, you’re full of surprises.”
“I’m not like most girls, Danger.”
His eyes dart from my breasts up to my eyes.
“I see that.” With a teasing touch, he glides the backs of his fingers down the side of my breast, then over the top, playing with my nipples, when suddenly, his touch turns more demanding, and he squeezes hard, causing my breath to hitch.
It’s not painful, but enough for me to gasp when he pinches my nipple with the same enthusiasm.
My body responds, arching into his touch, desperately needing more.
“You like it rough?” he asks with a hint of excitement.
“I like it dirty,” I confirm.
A low growl vibrates from Danger’s chest as he pushes his knee up against my pussy, easing the ache while squeezing my breast once more.
His lips crash to mine with a new level of hunger, and then he moves his other hand to my throat, forcing my head against the wall and taking control.
When he clenches his fingers around my neck, the same way he did during our first kiss, my eyes sparkle with delight.
The threat in his touch is intoxicating, only heightening the excitement and sending a spark straight between my legs.
He moves his hand from my breast, sliding down my ribs, past my curvy hip, and around the front.
The loss is instantly felt when he pulls his knee from between my legs, but it’s instantly relieved when it’s replaced with his hand.
I am desperate for his touch, his warm fingers cupping my pussy, our kiss never breaking.
Finally, his finger darts out and presses on my clit, forcing a whimper to escape my mouth at the blissful pressure.
I roll my hips forward, needing to ease the ache, and he shows me he understands by pressing harder and rotating on my clit.
In a contrasting touch, he caresses my throat with his thumb, the slickening of my skin making the movement effortless.
The act of such dominance, soothed by the gentle touch, overloads my senses.
Heat begins to wash over my skin when he slides two fingers inside me, thrusting them up and curling them, hitting just the right spot.
His movements are relentless as I ride his fingers, moaning into his mouth—building to a delicious ache.
I wriggle against him, and his hand around my neck tightens, making breathing a little harder.
The tender touch is gone, replaced with a dominance I crave.
I clench my eyes, panting hard through my mouth, his lips leaving mine to trail firm kisses down my jaw.
When he grazes my skin with his teeth, nipping me, I gasp from the painful pleasure.
When he dips his head, pulling a nipple into his mouth, I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips as he tugs it between his teeth.
The sharpness of Danger’s bite, in contrast to the smooth metal in his tongue, only heightens things, pushing me to the edge.
He releases my nipple and thrusts his fingers into me, his own breath on the verge of panting when he presses his thumb onto my clit.
I can’t help but moan loudly when my body moves up and down the wall in time with his actions while the heat building threatens to burn me from the inside out.
The pressure inside is on the verge of erupting, and it has me clenching my muscles.
When I think it might be too much, he adds to the mix of sensations, biting my collarbone, and I groan, gasping in delight.
Danger pushes up, curling his fingers one last time as his thumb presses on my clit.
His hand around my neck presses just that bit harder, almost forcing my air intake to a halt.
My eyes clench shut while my muscles spasm and lights flash behind my eyes.
I moan so loudly it echoes through the room.
Heat washes over me from head to toe while my back arches off the wall and goosebumps pebble on my skin.
Beads of sweat roll down my temple, and with one last circle of my clit, I explode in a mind-altering climax.
Needing to keep myself grounded, I grip his chest firmly, my nails digging into his skin. Danger groans at the contact, his hold on my neck loosening as I gasp, my breath labored. His fingers rub up and down my skin gently, a stark contrast to the taste of dominance.
My pussy throbs, squeezing and releasing with satisfaction, and I sag against him in a blissful daze, finally loosening my grasp.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he growls out.
I slowly blow out a breath, and he leans in, kissing me a little gentler this time but still with an undeniable passion behind it.
“You’re heavy-handed,” I mention.
He pulls back, raising an eyebrow like I’ve offered a challenge. “I’ve got more where that came from.”
I shake my head and giggle. “Mmm… just the right amount of hurt.”
He chuckles, leaning in to my neck, leaving open-mouth kisses where he held me. “Good,” he murmurs against my skin. “ ’Cause that was fucking hot.”
He pulls back, and I watch as he slides his fingers from my pussy, then slides them into his mouth, devouring them while he holds my gaze. A shiver runs down my spine at how sexy he makes that simple action look, and I reach out, grab the hem of his shirt, and start pulling it up.
The black and gray artwork smacks me in the face when his shirt hits the floor.
The intricate roses, snakes, skulls, and other images and text that adorn his chest, stomach, and arms are of pure artistry.
I have to take a moment to marvel at the delightful vision before me.
Unable to stop myself, I trace the lines delicately with my fingers.
He looks down and smiles. “You like my ink?”