Page 32 of Trouble in Love
Unknown: Oh, this is Luna.
“Holy fuckin’ Gretzky.”
Just sex. Just sex. Just sex. Just sex. Just sex.
On the ice, I had a trademark celly. Skidding on my knees with a double fist pump, then flipping back onto my feet. I’d even been known to backflip. The urge to do so had me bouncing on the balls of my toes, but aware of my company and the surroundings, I managed to keep it in check. Once the shock wore off and my good fortune kicked in Luna and I volleyed the texts back and forth, each like a shot of Viagra straight to my dick. A plan was hatched. Luna would pick me up. I would surprise Jasmine. Bring her flowers. Be a gentleman. Ask her out on a date. It would be perfect. Romantic. Everything she deserved.
So, after the longest short car trip of my life, I was face to face, breathing the same air as the girl of my Australian dreams while she wore an expression of either pure excitement or excruciating gas.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” whispered Luna, who promptly did just that, brushing her fingers across my cotton-covered abs, and sighing in appreciation before closing the door behind her.
Finally.
Eyes shining with mischief locked onto mine as I made my tentative approach, my right hand tapping my thing, my left clutching a posy the same shade as her lips. The nervous twitching caught her attention, drawing her gaze to the flowers, before snapping back narrowed in suspicion. “Poppies?” she quizzed, “Did you bring me Poppies because it sounds like my name? Lun — I mean Katie, said she didn’t tell you.”
“Po … poppies`,” I stammered. “These are poppies? I didn’t know what they were, they were just the prettiest ones at this little roadside stall Luna stopped at. Is that your name? Poppy?”
Shifting, she leaned back, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the desk. “Oh. So, she told you her name but not mine?”
“Yes ... No. No, she didn’t. I intended to crack her open on the way but she’s a terrible driver and I was too scared to talk. When we made it to the safety of the parking lot, I tried to bribe her with everything I could think of but point-blank refused. It was freaking frustrating.” I was rambling, could feel my ridiculous grin spreading, but I couldn’t help it.
“Used to getting what you want, Cowboy?”
“Not recently, no.” I took another step closer, savoring the way she squirmed from head to toe. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I lost my phone.”
“Yet, you still found me.”
“I did. I had to. I can’t stop thinking about you.” I cocked a brow, clenched my jaw in the way guys and girls always seemed to love. “Tell me, Princess. Have you been thinking of me, too?”
Her pretty lip twitched. “What do you think?” Her legs parted as I closed the space between us, a bolt of heat surging down my spine when my knee slid between her thighs.Can you orgasm from brushing someone’s thigh?
“Right now, I can’t think of a damn thing but touching you.”
Pushing off the desk, she let her long, voluptuous frame fall against mine till two firm breasts were pressing into my chest and her pelvis was rubbing against my raging boner. “You sure are pretty, Luca.”
Luca.
Leaning down till our lips were almost touching, I breathed in her scent. It was nothing fancy, but a clean, fresh lemon, likely cleaning products or maybe she’d been cutting some for drink. Itwas the most hypnotizing thing I’d ever smelt. “Please Princess, say my name again.”
“Make me.”
Every cell in my body demanded I swoop and take her hard and fast, but I didn’t.This may be the only chance to get. I’m going to take my time.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I grasped her face in my hands, ghosted my lips over hers, almost coming to the soft moan I knew I would hear for the rest of my days.
Take it slow.
When I brushed her nose with mine, followed the trail of flushed flesh from her cheek to the shell of her cute little ear, she whimpered.
When I pressed a kiss to her neck, finding in a tender spot just below her ear, she melted.
“Touch me already.” She begged, her lips trembling, breath warm against my temple.
“Make me.”
Rebelling, she bucked beneath me, fisting my shirts in her hands, her pelvis rubbing against my cock that was so hard it could break off at any second. It was then I decided to tease her to draw this out for my pleasure to make her scream my name. To beg. I continued my journey, licking the sweat from her skin, nipping here and there until my lips found the swell of her breast.
“Yes.” She sighed. “More please.”
