Page 49 of Wishing for La Luna
“What’s that?”
His gaze drifts down my chest. “I’m wondering what you're wearing under that robe.”
My pulse quickens, but I scowl at him. “Really?”
He laughs. “I’m sweet, but I’m afresco. But I’m half joking. I don’t want to compromise that good-girl image.”
I don’t know why that feels like a dare. I should just tell him to leave if he’s feeling better. But that’s not what I do. I want him to see the red lace I’m wearing underneath. At this moment, I want nothing more than to watch his eyes move over my body, because I can almost feel them.
I untie the robe, staring into his gaze. His eyes round when he sees my intent. And then they dip to my bra and lower, burning a trail. His mouth slackens, and when I lean forward, his bottom lip catches between his teeth, and he swallows. It sends currents of excitement through me.
Back off, Luna.
And then his head presses against them, and he brushes his lips over my skin from one mound to the other, brushing his way back with his tongue. He sets off my desire trigger, and I press forward against his mouth, offering him my breasts, begging him to flick my nipple.
And he does, brushing it over the lace, sending currents through my pussy, making me so impossibly wet.
“We can’t do this.” My breath is choppy, but I lean forward, sending my hair around us like a curtain.
“Is this your spot Luna?” he asks, closing his hands to grab them and putting one nipple in his mouth. A moan forms in the back of my throat.
I take one of his hands and place it between my legs.
“Coño, estas mojadita.”
I lower my bra for him, and he latches on while pressing his fingers on my clit. I’m going insane with need and wind my hips, grinding against his fingers with my eyes closed until stars burst behind my eyelids. I sag forward. His mouth captures mine, our tongues brushing each other.
Then the sound of voices filters through. That’s when what we just did hits me.
“They’re talking to their lawyers on the phone,” Tito says loudly. “Give them a minute.”
“Oh shit. Oh God. They’re coming back.” I run into the bathroom of the dressing room.
I’m freaking out.What the fuck are you doing, Luna?You just almost fucked this man in the dressing room. God.Haven’t you been cancelled enough?
I take off my panties and rinse them, then dry them with the blow dryer and try to get a hold of myself. I fan myself and use the blow dryer to fan my bra. When I feel more put together, I walk out. Rio is gone, and the hair and makeup artists are back.
“They’re ready for you,” one of the assistants calls out from the door.
But the knowing smiles are there.How long until I see the comments on social media?
It’s not like I can do anything about that. I put on my robe again, and we head into the set. I get to shoot a scene by myself. He’s standing across the room, watching me. I follow Niko’s instructions and roll on the bed with my hair brushing over my face while staring at Rio.
My body is on fire, and I’m wetter under his gaze than before.
After, I go back to the dressing room and change for my scene with Rio. This time, I get to wear jean shorts over my panties and a barely there crop top with knee-high boots.Thank God. I don’t trust myself around him without layers of clothing.
Rio is already in the middle of the floor. It’s a club scene, and thank God for the leather jacket I get to put on top because my nipples are hard as rocks.
When our gazes cross, the heat from his eyes makes my heart pound in my ears. Niko places me on a stool, and when Rio stands between my legs as he sings to the camera, goosebumps break all over my skin and warmth pools in my belly. The heat of his body and his scent create a heady combination that makes me almost lightheaded.
It feels like it’s all for me. When his hand touches mine, I tremble. There’s a part where he buries his face in my neck and whispers, “No puedo dejar de oir the little noises you make cuando te vienes. Me tienen loco.I want to make you come with my mouth. I want to worship you comola diosa que eres.”
My pussy throbs, my hips grinding against the seat.
“Rio,” I say breathless.
My brain is muddled and fuzzy. I can’t think because my whole body is aching for him, and to have him so close between my legs without being able to rub thisganasoff, is killing me.
