Page 45 of Lunar Desires
Dammit!
“Hi, Drake!” Isaac called.
Recovering my equilibrium, I managed to call out to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. You? Do you have a cough?”
“I’m fine.”
Conscious of the limited time, I lathered up the Arctic Spice—a two-in-one shower gel and shampoo combo—and got down to business.
The hot water was bliss on my skin, the shower gel kind of abrasive, its scent weird. But it made me feel clean, like it stripped away the dirt and stress of the day.
Finishing up, I grabbed my towel hanging outside the cubicle, gave my hair a rough dry, and wrapped it around my waist.
Fresh as a daisy.
Being the first one done, I went to an area with mirrors and sinks, taking a toiletries bag with me. I sprayed on some deodorant, brushed my teeth, and ran some gel through my black hair. The silver streak seemed brighter than before, as if it’d absorbed moonlight.
A shame the rest of me looked tired, my already pale complexion edging closer to ghostly.
I dressed quickly in the white military-style uniform with blue piping, along with some boots, fixed the beret in place, and checked myself out.
My worst nightmare stared back at me, the material of the uniform itchy, my body rejecting this whole thing. This wasn’t me and never would be.
I couldn’t wait to rip these clothes off.
Drake appeared behind me, a towel tied around his waist, carrying his bag of toiletries and his uniform, looking yummy as hell.
“Hello, you,” he said in an underwear-melting purr.
Along with his physical aesthetics, Drake’s voice was perfection—a rich, audible caress for the senses.
We watched each other through the mirror, my heart thrumming, heat prickling my scalp.
God, he looked spectacular, everything about him a work of art from those damp tresses to his sensually dark eyes. My cock stirred, my breath catching in my throat. I grabbed the edge of the sink, taken over by pulsating lust, my inhibitions fracturing.
Take me right here…
Against the wall, yeah. My trousers around my ankles, a cheek pressed against the tiles, him inside me, fucking this tension into the ether.
God, I ached desperately for him.
No, no, no. And what the hell was I doing thinking about sex in this damn place? I couldn’t lose my sense of reason whenever Drake looked at me as if he wanted to eat me like cake.
If only!
I dipped my head. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
He approached me. I closed my eyes, listening to his bare feet move across the floor. My skin tingled in anticipation of his arms around me, of his lips on the back of my neck.
It didn’t happen. Instead, he sprayed deodorant and dressed at a different sink.
Oh. Okay. Definitely for the best.
Phew!
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
