Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
She’s already standing.
I watch her amber eyes trace my abs and my tattoos. Her desire amplifies mine a million times over. Vapor fogs the mirror behind her and thickens the tense air around us. Burning up, I grab the silver chain off the towel hook, and I loop the necklace over my head. The kyber crystal hangs against my wet chest.
“What’d you say about college? I couldn’t hear,” I say.
Luna glances at the carton of nail polish on the counter but doesn’t return to it. “I’m taking a hiatus.”
“The internet’s still got you down?” I ask. “Or is it about not wanting to see Frog get hurt on your detail?”
“Maybe both.” Luna shrugs. “It’s also good that I’m not going to campus and being seen outside anywhere. It’ll help cool off the article. A perk.” She sing-songs that word.
The photos Boom Box took of us outside the gas station were printed in Celebrity Crush, but rumors about me and her are fizzling out quickly. The pics were innocent.
Her dad wasn’t exactly happy though. Think he tried to imprint his glare in my cerebral cortex.
“It’s probably safe now,” I tell her, coming closer.
“I’d rather just stay here, for all the reasons above.” She watches me near her. “Would you rather I leave?”
No. Not completely.
I shake my head and reach around Luna to my drawer, grabbing the deodorant. Her breath shallows, and her gaze dances all over my face, my body. I want to fuck her. The sharp jolt of arousal is a ball in my throat that I’m trying to swallow down.
While I keep the towel gripped at my waist, I use my other hand to roll on deodorant underneath my pits, and I toss the stick back in the drawer. She leans a little against the counter.
I don’t want to be the sole reason she’s hiding, but I believe Luna when she says it’s more than just me keeping her inside this penthouse. And I’m not about to nag her about it.
“You want me to walk Orion again?” I ask.
“If it’s not that much trouble?”
“It’s not.” I can’t take my eyes off her.
She slurps an inch of her Fruit Roll-Up in her mouth. With the sway of her head, she dangles the Roll-Up just below her chin. “Want some of my tongue?” She mumbles the words.
I grin. “Whatever you wanna give me, I’ll take.” I edge closer, our knees knocking.
I bite the other end of the Fruit Roll-Up, not hard enough to sever Luna’s end. It’s still attached, and I use my tongue to pull it further in my mouth. She does the same on her side, our eyes latched, and as the Roll-Up shortens, our lips are inching closer.
Closer.
I cup the back of her head with one hand, her hair and ribbon soft between my fingers. As the inches disappear, neither of us jerks away from the crash—and our lips meet.
Fuck. Me. The sudden, aching kiss crushes me up against her shorter, thinner frame. I drop my towel to hold her face with two hands. The sweetness of the fruit snack melds with the softness of her lips, and she shudders in pleasure. Her reaction is fisting my cock.
It’s been one week since our last kiss, and this one is wrought with as much tension. I’m fighting against the voice that says end it.
End it.
Stop it, Donnelly.
One more second.
I tuck her more firmly to me, and quickly, I bite off the fruit snack. While we chew and swallow our ends, her hands scrape down my chest towards my bare ass, scorching trails along my skin. Arousal is thicker than fog, and I tug her shirt up.
She’s not wearing a bra.
My chest falls in a shallow breath. Her nipples are perked, and I knead her breast and pull the shirt off her head. She lets out a wanting whimper, dousing gasoline in my veins. Swiftly, I hoist her on the counter by the hips.
At a better height to kiss her, I run my tongue along the ball piercing of hers, lips swelled against her lips. Her floral scent is shredding through my barriers, drawing an animalistic hunger out of me. I rasp against her neck, “I want to do seriously bad things to you.” I suck on the base of her neck.
Another aching sound escapes Luna. Her ravenous hands glide up my jaw and scratch the back of my head, her eyes consuming me as she says, “Eat me alive.”
Fuck. My forehead is nearly pressed to hers. “Careful what you wish for. I could so easily devour every last inch of you.” I clasp her cheek. “Then what’ll be left?”
“Us,” she murmurs. “You with me. For longer than a minute. Longer than a moment.”
Forever, I hear, and the pain of this faraway desire translates in how I kiss her. Deeply, slammed together with surging emotion. I nip at her lip, and I push closer while she’s on the bathroom counter, her fingers scraping down my biceps.