“Oh God, I . . .” She moaned as her body began vibrating again, and the moan turned into a sharp cry when I quickly thrust inside her.
She gripped my back as I moved inside her, alternating between hard and fast thrusts and slow, torturous movements, taking me all the way out only to slam back into her. She breathed for me to go faster, and a shudder worked through my body as I tried to hold off on my own release. I wanted to give her what she wanted, but I knew what I was doing was driving her crazy, and I loved watching her. Throughout the entire time I would tease her clit for a few seconds before backing off it completely. By the time I dropped my head into the crook of her neck as I came inside her, she was whimpering and digging her nails into my shoulders, to the point where I had no doubt there would be marks. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I rested my body on top of hers, and kissed her gently before moving my lips down her throat and over her collarbone. Leaning back, I went down her chest to the swell of her breasts, and spent minutes torturing her nipples as I hardened inside her again. I slowly began moving my hips, and everything about this time was different. My body never moved from pinning hers to the bed. Every movement was slow and in sync as I moved one of her legs to wrap around my waist.
Cupping my cheeks in her hands, she pressed her mouth to mine as I slowly made love to her. There were no other words for what we were doing, and it was something I’d never had the desire to do before. None of this made sense, and all of it was too passionate an encounter when we didn’t know each other, but I couldn’t get enough of her.
As I went back enough so I could reach between our bodies, my movements never faltered as I rolled my fingers around her sensitive bud, and the force of her orgasm sent me into my own. There were no words as our bodies trembled against each other, and none as our breathing slowed and we came off the high of what had just happened.
Rolling our bodies to the side, I held her close and just stared at her for what could have been hours as my fingers trailed up and down her spine. I’d never wanted to fall asleep next to someone as much as I did her. I’d never wanted to replay a night. I’d also never stayed in bed and just stared at a girl. If the girl stayed it was because we were too drunk to get her home, or for me to leave. Once again, this girl was changing everything I’d ever known, and I still didn’t even know her name.
When her eyelids started getting heavy, I brushed her hair back from her cheek and looked into her dark eyes. “Where did you come from, Moon?”
Her eyebrows pulled together, and a confused look crossed her face before relaxing when I traced the tattoo high up on the side of her ribs. There was a small, black crescent moon there, and it seemed to fit her for now. Why out of all her tattoos had I chosen that one to call her by? I don’t know. But there was a part of me that was worried that this night would shatter if I knew her name at that moment. Tomorrow would be a different story—I would find out everything I could about her then.
With a soft smile, she lifted one shoulder in a shrug, and leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips and relax into my chest.
“Good night, Moon,” I whispered before we fell asleep.
MY EYES SHOT open, and my arm automatically reached out beside me, looking for a girl I somehow knew wouldn’t be there. But it took my mind a few seconds too long to catch up, to know that it’d been a dream—a dream I’d had every night since I saw her on Friday. Running my hands through my hair and down my face, I groaned as the memories continued to torture me.
I hadn’t thought about Moon for months, but a year later, I still felt the disappointment I’d felt that next morning. I should have gotten her name, her number, something. Anything. But now she was here, and I was supposed to be her friend for her family’s sake . . . and keep myself at a distance. My dick throbbed painfully, and I reached down to grab it, a moan building in my chest when I did.
The images I’d been seeing since Friday afternoon played through my mind as I moved my hand up and down, building up speed as I remembered her moans, whimpers, and the way she’d shattered around me with every orgasm. I gripped myself harder as I got closer to my release, and shut my eyes, welcoming the memories of her as I came.
Getting out of the bed, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower to clean up, hating that I still felt no relief. I was hard again by the time I stepped under the hot spray, but refused to do anything about it this time. There was a possibility that she was the twin with the boyfriend back in Florida. There was an even bigger possibility that she wouldn’t remember me at all. Giving in to every memory of her would just make it harder to stay away from her if she wanted nothing to do with me now.
I continued to get more aggravated as the morning went on, and by the time I was walking into my office, I refused to acknowledge anyone I passed or who had called out my name. After locking the door behind me, I walked over and fell into my chair—letting my head drop into my hands as I tried to focus on what I needed to do.
I needed to work. I needed to tell Eli that he didn’t want me to be around his nieces. I needed to stop being such a bitch and get over the fact that Moon was somewhere near me, and I needed to distance myself. I needed to stop thinking about her at all. I fucking needed Cecily for an hour . . . but at the same time, Cecily was the last thing I needed, seeing as I couldn’t even picture her face at the moment.
Seeing Moon had messed with me all weekend. I’d holed myself up in my apartment and thought of everything I wanted to ask her—only to go through it all again the next hour and the next until I was getting frustrated over what her possible answers would be. When the hell had I turned into the kind of guy who let a single girl make him hide out for two and a half days so he could drive himself crazy thinking about her?