Chapter 21
Luna heard the knock on her door just minutes after she closed it. She let Nash in. The towel was slung low around his hips, and in his hand were his clothes. She felt her heartbeat thud hard in her chest as his eyes roamed her body.
This man was dangerous, disturbing, and any number of words. He made her feel things she never had with a man before. He dragged emotion out of her, and Luna wasn’t sure what that meant but didn’t think it could be good.
“No one saw me get these.” He took something out of the pocket of his jeans, and then threw his clothes on a chair.
“I can take care of myself.”
“You’re an Amazon, I know. But you have to let people look out for you occasionally.”
“No, I don’t.”
He closed the gap between them and slipped a large hand around the back of her neck.
“You can’t preach to me about something you don’t do,” she said, bracing her hands on his chest. The man felt so good.
“I’m growing as a person. Just ask Ford.”
She opened her mouth, but he shut it with his. The kiss was almost savage in its intensity, and she wanted more. Needed more. He made her forget the hell that had unfolded today. He made her feel, and right now that was all Luna understood.
“I need this.” She pulled the towel from his hips and found him naked beneath. Naked and hard. Pulling the foil packet from his fingers, she tore it open. Then sheathed him slowly, rolling, the condom down his hot length.
“I know, baby.” He undid the ties of her bikini and stripped it off her body. She was then boosted up his.
“Now wrap those long legs of yours around my waist.”
He backed her into a wall.
“I thought we were going to the bed,” Luna breathed as he bit into the skin of her neck.
“Later, we’ll play there. I want you like this now.”
The kiss was fierce. His hand palmed her breast, then he braced himself between her legs.
“So wet.” He stroked her until she was panting.
“Now, Nash.”
He drove inside her. Luna’s head hit the wall.
“So good.” He thrust into her again and again, the rhythm hard and fast. Her orgasm hit. Shuddering, she moaned, low and deep. He pulled out and carried her to the bed. “Fantasy number two. Get on your hands and knees.”
She did, and he entered her from behind. He was so deep inside her, she felt like they were connected, and then it hit her. What lay between them was more than just physical. A whole lot more.
He kept his thrusts slow and steady, driving her tension up again, and then he was there with her, scaling the peak. She collapsed; he fell on top of her. Luna could feel his heart beating hard against her back.
“You okay?”
She felt his lips on her shoulder, and then he was moving, taking her with him. He settled them against the pillows, her back pressed to his front, his arm around her waist.
She cared about this man, and that was dangerous because there could never be anything more than this between them.
“My life is in Chicago.”
“I know.”
“Being with you makes me feel different, Nash, and that’s scary because we lead different lives.”