His sun-bleached eyebrow arched. “Noted.”
I tucked my hand under my cheek. “We’re not dating, and we’re not exactly one-night-stand level here.”
“We’re our own thing.” He leaned in and brushed his nose along mine, then rolled me onto my back. “Whatever it is, I like it.”
I slid my leg along his and opened for him. There was something delicious about a man’s weight when the intimacy was easy. Maybe that was my problem. I didn’t want to keep my shields up around him.
That was dangerous.
His cock lengthened, the blunt tip pressing against my belly. I reached between us and familiarized myself with the shape of him. The last time had been quick and mindless. He’d had me on the edge before I could even catch up. But now, I could take the time to make him crazy.
He was warm and smooth with a flared head that made me want to take a taste. I started to inch down and he stopped me.
“I would really love to watch that pretty mouth around me, but I’m still ready from before.”
I nipped his chin. “You had a hard-on the whole time we slept?”
“I dreamed of sinking into you.”
My fingers paused around the base of him. “You dreamed of me?”
He lowered his mouth to mine instead of answering. And then it was just the warm, late afternoon light haloing around his head as he pushed himself into my hand with a groan.
No talking. Just action.
I was pretty sure he had the right idea. I wasn’t usually an overthinker by nature and it was throwing me off.
No more of that.
I licked my way up his neck, swirling my tongue around his Adam’s apple. The scruff of his beard rasped against my lips, making them buzz.
With my other hand, I gripped his very bitable ass. His stormy eyes met mine. They were heavy-lidded and intent. The soft orangey glow of his aura flowed into me.
I rode on the high of it.
Happiness without any angst or trauma.
He lived solely in the moment and dragged me along with him, cupping the back of my head and angled me so we lined up from mouth to hips. My breasts brushed over his lightly furred chest, raising the tips until they ached for a touch.
Our hips moved in tandem to each stroke of my hand. Easy and unhurried—we had nowhere to be. I sighed, drawing in his breath and recycling it through my body back into his.
His eyes went wide as the unconscious energy exchange filtered into him, ramping up the pleasure. The tip of him was damp against my belly as his arm flexed into the mattress to hold us in the moment.
“Luna.”
I smiled into his kiss as my name became a prayer on his lips.
He braced himself on his forearm, digging his arm under my neck so he could reach into the bedside drawer. “I need to fu—I need to get inside of you.”
I nodded and we fumbled between us to get the condom on. Both of us shaking a li
ttle as the moment became larger than it had started out being.
I lifted my knee up and around his other forearm as he shifted us over to the middle of the bed. He seemed to understand that I needed all of him in one fluid thrust.
My breath hissed out as he stretched me to capacity. I arched my back even as he pinned me to the mattress. He leaned back, rising up on his knees to spread me open using long, achingly slow strokes.
I looked down between us to see how his cock glided in and out of me.