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“You don’t get to tell me when or when not I can get—Oh God, Sam.” She moaned. He slid a bra cup down and swept the tip of her breast into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, the sound she made was mesmerizing. Sam returned to her mouth, pulling heated kisses from her as he went to work removing her bra and sliding down the zipper of her shorts. Luna lifted her hips to wiggle out of the garment herself. He broke the kiss to get a good look, but she grabbed his face.
“Don’t look. Can’t you just keep your eyes closed?” It was the middle of the day. His bedroom wasn’t close to being dark.
Yeah, that was not going to happen because it was all he’d been fantasizing about for weeks now. “That’s not fair. I’ve been naked in front of you for a good ten minutes already.”
“Yeah, but you look really good and I’m not perfect.”
His ego swelled at this but he pulled back. “I’m going to look.” He sat on his haunches, getting the full effect and letting his gaze linger across every curve, dip, and freckle. He had no idea what she was concerned about because she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen before.
Her skin flushed pink as she covered her face. “Okay, you’ve stared long enough.”
Sam removed her hands. “You have the body of a queen.”
“Oh? You’ve seen a lot of naked queens before? Sicko.”
“Stop trying to get me into trouble just because you like being mad at me.” Sam crawled on top of her, kissing from her jawline to her ear. “You’re breathtaking.” She was, in every sense of the word.
Her arms slipped around him, fingers drifting along the hair at the nape of his neck and Sam knew there would be no more talking. Nothing else needed to be said. He took her mouth with his again, sliding his tongue along hers as his hand grazed across her body, taking her thighs and gripping them higher on his waist. The temperature increased between them as each of their demands grew stronger, until he couldn’t resist not being inside her any longer.
Sam soon realized his bed frame might have been too close to the wall. Every time he pushed into her there was a bang. They were literally banging. And since he shared a bedroom wall with Nicholas, he was expecting to get a knock on the door at any moment—not that he was going to answer. The whole apartment complex could be on fire and Sam wasn’t leaving this bed until both of them were satisfied.
Luna felt so good. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning as he began pumping into her harder, grasping her hips as beads of sweat dotted his skin. The pillowcase twisted in her hand as she muttered something unintelligibly, before squirming and arching against him, her sweet pink mouth popping open. When she cried out, it set him off. Every tremor vibrated through him like an aftershock.
God damn!
Sam collapsed, his heart racing a mile a minute as he tried to catch his breath. He had a desire to wrap her in his arms, nuzzle against her body, and take the longest, most restful nap he ever had in his life. Instead, he used all his remaining energy to carefully roll off her and slip into the bathroom.
As he cleaned himself, he glanced at his reflection, noticing a goofy half-smile that he did his best to school away because this could all mean nothing. He was convinced Luna was part human and part mischievous sprite and, therefore, it was hard to tell how much she did for her own amusement. He cracked the door, expecting to see his bed empty as though the whole thing had been a fever dream.
To his surprise, she had slid beneath the sheet, lying on her side, those astute hazel eyes watching him. He slipped into bed, facing her, unsure of what was supposed to happen now.
She pulled her fingers through the ends of her hair. “I forgot to say thank you for helping me get the new place.”
“Is that what this was?”
She at least appeared shocked at his question. “What? No. I—What are you saying?”
Relief swept through him. What they did in his bedroom could mean a lot of things, but he didn’t want it to be that. “I just want you to know that you don’t owe me anything. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“Okay, then. Just know I would never give you anything even if you did feel like I owed you. I’m beholden to no one.”
Sam laughed, slipping a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“But I do mean it, Sam. Thank you for helping me.”
A bubble of warmth stretched the confines of his chest. “You love it?”
“Yes. It’s exactly what I wanted.”
“Well, notexactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t have a green door.”
She smiled. “That’s true. Maybe you get the door you need, not what you want. A red door is good too.”
“Is it? Does it mean death and vengeance upon your enemies?” He was tempted again to kiss the spot in the center of her collarbone. It seemed to have been made for his lips and she tasted amazing.
