Fuck!
She’d gone into this with the idea that it would help her escape from the strong emotions threatening to overwhelm her, not add to them. There was only one thing to do.
She relaxed her entire body, letting every sensation that Connor’s masterful thrusts sent through her fully resonate.
It didn’t take long. Before she knew it, every muscle in her body was clenching. Her inner walls gripped Connor’s cock. Her hands flew to his back and dug into the muscles there, even through his shirt.
A guttural cry escaped her as the orgasm overtook her, and more tears squeezed their way past the paltry barrier of her eyelids despite her best efforts.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Connor growled, and his back muscles spasmed under her fingers.
Damn. If she’d thought that what they’d been sharing was intense up until then, it was nothing compared to how hard the intensity of their shared orgasm hit her. It rocked her to the very core, infiltrating every muscle and bone in her body.
She rode it out, drinking it up and taking it in, letting her breath bring her down slowly.
Before she’d even completely returned to the real world, though, she was seized by the urge to flee. In some ways, it was the same urge that had sent her running ten years before. The fear of being trapped. Of intimacy.
A voice in the back of her head begged her to respond differently, this time. She was ten years older now, the voice argued. Couldn’t she be ten years wiser? Was that too much to fucking ask?
Apparently it was.
Before Connor’s breathing had completely slowed, before clarity had returned to his eyes, she wriggled out from underneath him. In what seemed like a flash, she had gathered her shirt, bra, and underwear and returned them to fairly close approximations of their original places on her body.
“So,” came his dry voice behind her. “I take it you’re leaving?”
She turned to face him, doing her best to mask how uncomfortable she was. She hoped to God she was pulling off a passable job, but she could feel how badly she was failing. Her facial muscles were just as shitty at lying to her as they were to Connor.
“I…um. Yeah. The visiting hours start soon. I guess I…”
Her voice trailed off. She was knocked too far off balance to be able to think of a plausible ending to that sentence.
Hell, any ending. Plausible would’ve just been bonus points.
“Lost track of time?” he supplied, an amused smile tugging at the edges of his lips.
She laughed. The tension was broken. He’d always had a magic way of doing that. “Yeah. Good way of putting it.”
He nodded, then stepped over to her and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Go. Visit your grandfather. Call me if you need me.”
Relief washed over Luna, so tangible that she could feel it, like a warm bath she was lowering herself into. She breathed out, and all of her tension went with the air as it bled out of her lungs.
She turned and walked toward the doorway, and just as she was about to walk out of it, Connor said, “Hey, Luna?”
She turned, saw that he had a playful half-smile on his face. “Yeah?”
“It was nice seeing you again.”