Page 30 of Moonshot

Somehow, I believe him. He’s been nothing but a gentleman with me from the very start. Well, a dirty talking gentleman, but still a gentleman. “I know, Mick. It’s okay. Yeah, I think I’ll take a quick shower.” If nothing else, maybe it’ll calm my shaking limbs.

I enter the bath and notice Mick’s discarded shirt and black boxer briefs draped over the shower curtain. As I close the door, I find his jeans are hanging from a hook on the back of the door. Carefully removing my still damp T-shirt, I place it between two hand towels in an attempt to transfer some of the remaining moisture. I place them on the counter beside Mick’s wet leather wallet. Jumping into the shower, I make quick work of cleaning up. I’m so on edge, I can’t relax enough to enjoy the hot water as I might have otherwise. Running some complimentary shampoo into my hair, I rinse off and stand under the spray for a few more minutes hoping to soothe my nerves.

Moments later, I step out, drying off with a thick white towel before wrapping it about me. Noticing the hairdryer attached to the wall, I attempt to use it to partially dry my hair before turning it on my Nationals shirt and wet panties. I laugh to myself that my panties are wet, probably more from my reaction to Mick than the rain, but after drying them a bit, I put them and the T-shirt back on nonetheless. I don’t need to help fate along tonight by going commando. I open the door to find Mick already in bed. He’s lying on the far side of the king bed, almost on the edge. I know he’s trying to do whatever he can to make me feel comfortable.

Climbing in, I pull up the covers and stare at the ceiling.Lord, how is this going to work? I’m never going to be able to fall asleep with him here.

“You okay, Ava?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I whisper, knowing it’s a lie. My overcharged nerves are tapdancing through my limbs. I hope he doesn’t notice how anxious I am.Right. He’d have to be blind.

We both lie silent for what seems like an eternity. Suddenly, I feel him grab my hand, pulling it to his mouth.

“Mick?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this the way most of your dates end?” I ask, curious but unsure if I really want to hear his answer. With a body like his, I can’t imagine he leaves his dates to go to bed alone.

“Ava, I don’t really date. I had a girlfriend in college, but it didn’t work out. Since then, I’ve tried to avoid romantic entanglements.”

“The iceman, huh?” I ask. I hear a snort from his side of the bed, then the room grows silent. Taking in his words, I consider what this means. He’s referred to this as a third date. So, am I different? In the car, he said I was hisonly girl.What was he used to before me? Did he just sleep with the women he met? I need to stop overanalyzing things and try to relax.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he utters softly. “I’m a man, Ava. I’m sorry. I’m sure the way I’ve lived my life isn’t attractive to someone as sweet as you are. But I’m careful, and I’m not out looking for someone new every night.”

“Have you? Uh…” I can’t get the words out.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I asked you out, princess,” he reassures me.

The silence returns as I take in his words. My body is feeling pulled in two different directions, torn between hot lust and concern for a possible future with this magnanimous man who admittedly doesn’t doentanglements.

“Goodnight, baby. I had a great time with you tonight.”

“Me too, Mick,” I murmur back. Staring at the ceiling, my heartbeat is racing in my chest. This is crazy. “Mick?”

He rolls on his side, facing me. “Yeah?”

He’s so incredibly handsome. Lying here naked in this bed with me. There’s no ignoring it. I want him. I want him bad. I roll toward him, reaching out to stroke the dark stubble along his jaw. Dropping my hand to his chest, I stroke his pec and look into his molten brown eyes.

As if he’s read what I’m thinking and feeling, he leans in to place a gentle kiss on my mouth. Yet, as I open my mouth for him, our tongues’ connection ignites a fire between us. Suddenly, the kissing is explosive, occurring at a pace we can no longer control. He begins running his strong, muscular hands through my hair and around my back. Sliding my hands up and around his neck, I feel his palm inch from my waist to my belly. It gradually ascends my torso, under my shirt, until he grabs ahold of my breast, gripping it and stopping to tweak my nipple with his fingers.

“God, Ava. I’ve dreamt of this for so long. But I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“I’m not sure if I’m ready for sex, Mick,” I quickly return. I know it’s a lie. My body is more than ready. I simply haven’t allowed myself to consider how I’ll handle seeing him in the office regularly if things don’t work out. And honestly, I don’t want to be another notch on his heavily indented bedpost.

“It’s okay. Is it okay to kiss and touch you?” he asks, nibbling on my neck.

“Yes.” Why do I suddenly feel disappointed he didn’t try harder? My mind is completely at war with itself.

He slides his other hand under my shirt, both hands now squeezing at my breasts and tight nipples as he continues to kiss and nibble along my throat and collarbone. I’m so wet I don’t know why I bothered to put those panties back on. I feel my shirt lift and watch as his head drops down to suckle from my left nipple, then move to the right. I’m acutely aware that the towel between us has shifted as I can feel his hard, heavy erection along my thigh. The pulsing in my sex grows more prominent.Who am I kidding? There’s no way I can sleep with this man and not give in to this temptation.

“Ava,” he groans against my skin as he licks my breast. Lifting his head, he looks down at me with raw hunger in his eyes before clamping down on my nipple and sliding his hand to the apex of my thighs. I hear him let out a low moan as he strokes my swollen flesh. Dipping his fingers into my folds, he brings them to his nose briefly before sliding them into his mouth. I’m momentarily unable to breathe. “Ava? Can I please taste this sweet pussy?”

Now I’m the one groaning as I roll onto my back and lift my hips, allowing him to remove my worthless underwear. He sits up long enough to pull my shirt overhead and then leans back on his heels.

“Fuck, Ava. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Before his words have completely sunk in, he’s lowered himself between my legs and nudged my opening with his nose. Using his fingers to stroke and spread me wide, I tremble as he blows warm air across my skin. Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified. This exquisite torture might break me. I’ve never been this ravenous for anyone.

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