26. Chapter 26 #3
“However, I don’t do labels, and I can’t offer you anything long-term.
Though emotions are not my forte, I can lend an ear if and when you need it,” I state, knowing that so far Luna has responded well to how straightforward I’m being, so I’ll continue to be so.
Then I give her some space to ponder things; my heart rate picks up when I see the dark shadow in her eye fizzle away the longer she stares at me.
Her eyes trace my features, sliding down my jaw, past the valley of my neck and landing on the top button of my shirt. Her eyes flicker back and forth.
“You want this off?” I smirk with pride that she’s undressing me with her eyes. It’s nice to know she can’t get enough of me the same way I do her. She gives me a hesitant nod and watches me as I unbutton my shirt one by one until, evidently, it’s discarded on the floor.
“Better?” I ask, flicking my gaze from her head to toes as she pushes off the door and slowly advances towards me. My eyes flutter closed as I bask in the feeling of her silk-laced fingers brushing over my bare shoulders once she reaches me.
Her fingers brush over the bite mark on my left shoulder from yesterday, and I relive the pleasure that entailed earning it, bottoming out inside her.
“A small cannibal took a bite out of me.” I chuckle, earning a small smile from her also.
“The fact I’ll probably do it again means I won’t apologise.” She teases, making me instantly hard because, of course, the first thing she says to me is sexually pleasing. I keep my eyes closed as her delicate hands explore the top half of my body.
I have to keep taking deep breaths as this is something I’m not used to. No one has touched me like this. I’m more of a hard fuck and done kind of guy, no touching, but oddly, I don’t feel the need to stop Luna; I accept her touch.
The pads of her fingers trace over each of my abs one by one, and a shiver pierces through my spine. It feels unfamiliar and takes everything inside me not to push her away, yet I want this. I settle on balled fists, resting them in my lap.
What she does is sweet torture, but I can’t help but enjoy the sensation.
This hasn’t ever happened with any of the girls I’ve been with. I hate being touched so intimately, yet why the fuck was I letting this woman, of all people, do as she pleases, while I receive a new sensation out of it?
Getting lost in my thoughts as to why I’m letting her take the lead, I don’t even realise her hands have made their way back up my body, resting on my chest as she guides me backwards until the back of my calves hit the bed.
Her delicate fingers run up my shoulders, and at the same time, she pushes onto her tiptoes to give herself enough leverage to push me down on the bed.
My gaze never leaves hers as she swings her fingers around my neck and straddles my waist. The conversation I intended to have is nowhere to be found as I stare back at gorgeous specimens, shifting her hips forward to sit on top of my arousal.
She brings her face so close to mine, our noses brush against one another so she can search for that thing she’s determined to find.
“The reason I couldn’t look at you this morning is that I’ve never done the whole casual thing before.
If you remember anything from what I said last night, forming a connection is usually something that has to happen before I can even think about things of a sexual nature, and yet you-” she pauses, conducting another search for what I’m not sure.
“And yet, I what?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at her, as she tilts her head back slightly and her eyes flicker down to my lips.
“A-and yet I was attracted to you almost immediately when we met.” She admits, lowering her gaze, going shy again as if she wasn’t the same person who left me speechless, lured me over to the bed and crawled into my lap like the seductress, I know she is.
“So, where does that leave us?” I prompt, itching to touch her, but instead settle with resting my arms behind me to hold me up and using my eyes to envision her naked temple, which I was blessed enough to witness last night.
“I-I want to do this again. With you, so badly,” she admits, letting the excitement of her desperation cause friction beneath her.
“B-but I have a condition, which I think isn’t up for compromise.
” I unleash a deep breath that channels through every part of me.
One so powerful and abrupt, it moves both of us.
But it was either that or throwing her down on the bed and fucking her into oblivion, and leaving the talk we were supposed to have up in the air along with our clothing.
Her smart use of words and common lawyer jargon was now a whole new thing that drove me crazy, but I had to keep it together, just for a little longer. Otherwise, this woman really would be the death of me, and we haven’t even gotten started yet.
“What are your terms?” I inquire, raising my eyebrows, shifting my weight to rest on one arm and using the other to make eye contact with her. Making sure to be gentle with the way I hold her chin.
“If we do this, I want it without a contract,” she claims, as we both glance at my briefcase in the middle of the floor, where I must have discarded it on our journey here.
“I don’t want to sign my rights away just to be intimate with someone; it’s unsettling and in a way, feels wrong,” she recites, scrunching her nose. I keep my face neutral and in no way show her how unsettled I am with her terms; it’s clear Luna associates sex as a form of intimacy, but I don’t.
I can’t think of anything worse.
If she is reluctant to sign a contract between us, then it isn’t hard to guess what she’ll think when or how she’ll react if she finds out about other sexual contracts I’ve had with others over the years.
Maybe this was wrong, after all.
That having sex once, along with this conversation, was a clear indication that it shouldn’t happen again, no matter how well her hips slot against mine, like they were designed for that exact purpose.
“And?” I prompt, surprising myself with such a response.
I’m not sure why I asked that, as I’m not particularly pleased with the aspect of moving forward without some written form of consent, as everything without structure just falls to pieces.
But at the same time, I feel willing to do almost anything to ensure that Luna remains close to me, like she is right now, for as long as I can.
“That’s it,” she states. We share a look, trying to figure out who’s the crazier one in this situation.
“I mean, you want casual sex; I won’t say no to orgasms so long as it isn’t in writing. I don’t usually go into this kind of stuff without being in a relationship, but I’m up for a risk,” she clarifies, but I am still baffled that she only had one condition.
When I don’t respond, she keeps going.
“Would I love for you to be a bit nicer? Sure. Is there a possibility I could see us being more than fuck buddies? Possibly, but I’m definitely not there yet.
I respect the whole casual, wait until Theo is asleep thing, cause that way it avoids any awkward encounters and/or conversations that come with it, but apart from that, I can’t think of any other terms since you already ensured I won’t lose my job for sleeping with my boss.
” Luna shrugs like she’s made up her mind.
Despite having no experience with the word causal at all, being the most emotionally connected person I’ve been around in years.
The warning signs start to sound off in my head, telling me she is the type who won’t take it well when my feelings don’t reciprocate hers and sleeping with a sweet, family-oriented soul is selfish and unwise on my part.
Knowing that the only thing I can take from this is pleasure with someone I’m utterly intoxicated with and will evidently end up hurting her in the long run if I don’t put an end to things right now.
But then, I think about the way she looked earlier, how the excitement of being around her again got me through the gruelling workday, and the pure satisfaction of her screams the night prior gave me a kind of high I haven’t had before.
I was still riding that high even now, and that’s the very thing that locks away my sense of logic, deep in the back of my mind and gives lust the driver’s seat.
Without thinking, I run my fingers softly through her wavy locks, gripping as I reach the back of her neck and collide her lips with mine.
Luna releases a surprised groan, purring it against my lips and thrusts upwards, grinding my shaft that’s aching for friction, reminding me that she and I are not close enough.
With one hand on her hip, I switch us around so I’m the one towering over her, knowing how much she loves having my weight pressing against hers.
But I’m caught off guard by the way she tugs at my hair and wraps her legs around me, making it easier for her to push her hips up and tackle me so she’s the one back on top.
Usually, I don’t give up the fight for control so easily, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Finding it incredibly sexy the way she just wrestled me, given her size was the same as a fennec fox compared to my bear-type physique.
Luna breaks our kiss and towers over me with pride.
Her lips, plump and swollen, curve into a smile.
Resting one of her palms to lay flat on my chest, while my lips are parted with surprise, I bask in the gratification of how her thunder thighs are pinning my waist down, making me crave the need to bury my head between them again.
“Maybe, I do have another term,” she breathes with her eyes peering down my chest, all the way to where our bodies join.
“Sometimes, I want to be in control. It won’t be often, nor do I think I’m any good at it, but I’ve p-pictured this angle enough times to know I want to try it.” Luna nervously admits.