Cayden #3
My hands accidentally hike up her dress in the process, and before I know it, her thong-clad ass is pressed tight against me while my hands are splayed against her bare stomach.
Every breath locks in my lungs as neither one of us moves.
Her breath leaves in short pants, and I harden against her.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” I finally whisper in her ear.
“Define okay,” she rasps, shifting slightly, causing me to grip her harder to stop the moan that wants to erupt. “Are you okay?” Her voice trembles, sending a shock wave of need through my body.
“Not even close,” I growl, slowly removing my hands and pushing down her dress, but not before I see the pink lace of her thong just begging me to remove it with my teeth.
Clamping my jaw shut, I help her in the SUV this time, avoiding ass touching at all costs before I completely lose my shit altogether.
I climb in and see Connor on his phone, not even paying us the slightest bit of attention.
Shifting in my seat, I try to get comfortable with a painfully hard cock that doesn’t want to forget that just seconds ago it had Luna’s tempting ass pressed against it. I’m likely never to forget it either.
Starting the engine, I head in the direction of Crystal Isle. The drive back is silent, and that’s fine with me. I don’t think I have any strength left in me to hold even the slightest conversation.
My thoughts are loud enough on their own. Not to mention the sexual tension that’s so heavy between us right now…I’m surprised the windows haven’t shattered from the pressure.
I sneak a glance, and her legs are crossed tightly as she clutches her purse in her hand like her life depends on it. She’s pressing her lips together as she stares out the window.
If her thoughts are anything like mine, she won’t be going to sleep anytime soon when she gets home.
When we near the city limits, I hand Luna my phone.
“Can you enter your address for me?”
I pull her out of her thoughts as she turns to me. She’s a little dazed and flushed, and I would do anything right about now to know what she was thinking about.
“Sure,” she says, taking my phone. She enters her address, and it connects to my CarPlay, guiding me to her place.
A few minutes later, I pull into an apartment complex and park. It’s a nice place with several painted units in various beachy colors. I note that hers is a pale pink.
Of course it would have to be the same color as her thong to bring me right back to that moment.
Like I needed the reminder. It’s all I can think about.
“Thanks for the ride, Cayden,” Connor says, getting out of the vehicle. “It’s been…interesting,” he laughs.
“No problem,” I chuckle. “Have a safe flight back to New York. If you ever want to go to a Devils game, let me know. I have connections there.”
“I might just take you up on that offer,” he grins, shutting the door.
“Thanks again for the ride,” Luna says, taking off my jacket and setting it in the back seat.
I nod, not trusting myself to say something I shouldn’t. My emotions are all over the place, and I need to get a clear head about everything that went down tonight.
Her hand hesitates on the door handle before she turns to me.
“Were you watching me dance Wednesday night?”
The question completely catches me off guard, and I debate how to answer her.
“Yes,” I answer truthfully, hoping it doesn’t freak her out that I was watching without her knowing.
“I knew that night you were,” she smiles.
“How?” This was not the reaction I was expecting.
“I felt you,” she shrugs like it’s as easy as that.
“Do you make it a habit to dance in the middle of the night on a live feed?”
“Sometimes, when I get inspired,” she laughs.
“I like to record myself so I can analyze it later.” She bites her bottom lip, and I can tell she wants to say more.
“It was you who inspired me that night,” she admits softly.
“The dance just started to form in my head, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I released it through movement.
It doesn’t surprise me that it found its way to you. It’s yours,” she says simply.
I swallow down the lump in my throat and stare out of the front window as images of her dancing flood my mind again before I turn back to meet her gaze.
“I knew it was mine.” Her smile widens when she realizes I picked up on it.
“It was beautiful, Luna. The way you dance…” I smile and shake my head as I look away.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” I admit softly.
“The ending, though…” I laugh dryly, meeting her eyes and letting her see my truth.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get to that point where I can let it all go. ”
If anything, she deserves my honesty.
“You’re stronger than you know, Cayden,” she whispers. “Life’s not about staying in control, hoping you can stop the bad from happening. It’s about knowing that it might…and still choosing to live anyway.”
She makes it sound so easy.
Like letting someone in again wouldn’t be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
My eyes drop to her lips before I can stop myself.
Because I know without a shadow of a doubt…if I let go, even just a little…
It’s her I’ll be risking it all for.