Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LUNA

I check my watch for the third time in as many minutes. I can't wait for him to get home. This week has felt longer than the thirteen years that have passed since we left for college.

I'm sunbathing on the lounger Zach bought me, reading my latest romance book. Yes, I'm a romance girlie and proud. When I hear the rumble of an engine, I immediately know it's the Uber dropping Zach off.

Don't go crashing into his arms again, Luna. Play it cool this time.

The front door creaks open, closely followed by the roll of a suitcase across the tiled entrance. Quickly, I pop my earbuds in and flip to the audiobook, pretending like I haven't been waiting to see him since the moment he walked out the door a week ago.

I've no idea where he is in the house or if he's even spotted me out on the veranda since the blinds are drawn, but the hum of anticipation buzzing through my body senses his proximity.

I'm only two minutes into the chapter when one of the buds is removed from my ear, and two hands come under my shoulders, turning me over onto my back.

I look up to see Zach's flawless face and body, clad in his trademark athletic shorts and a black short-sleeve shirt. His eyes are hooded and dark as he drinks me in from head to toe. The bright pink and very revealing bikini I accidentally wore on purpose no doubt aids my cause.

Leaning down to whisper, his lips brush along the shell of my ear, and I feel a tingling sensation all the way to my toes. "There's a lot of families on the beach right now, and the things I want to do to you are definitely not PG."

I pull the other bud out my ear and rise onto my elbows until our faces are so close that I can swallow the intensity in his words. "What are you waiting for?"

Apparently, nothing. He scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around his masculine and toned waist. My body ignites as I feel the dampness spread between my thighs, telling me how much I've missed him, even if I would never say the words out loud. What if he doesn't say them back? What if he didn't miss me in the same way? What if this really is a summer fling to him? That's what he's told me all along. That's what this is.

But as our tongues glide together, I'm determined to enjoy whatever time I have left with him. At this point, my heart is just collateral damage in my quest to satisfy how much I need him.

I don't think I'll ever be satisfied.

He throws me onto the bed, and it feels deliciously dominant. Ripping his shirt from behind his head in one movement, he pushes his shorts and boxers to the ground and my mouth waters at the sight of his cock. I'm yet to have it in my mouth since he's made every part of the sex we've had about me, but I can't wait to change that up, and soon.

I go to untie my top from behind my neck as I watch him crawl over my body. "Leave that for me." He pushes the flimsy material apart on each side and exposes my breasts. I've always thought of them as average in size and appearance, but the way Zach sucks and feasts on my nipples, it makes me feel like the most desirable woman alive.

He drags his hot wet tongue down my stomach and over my navel until he begins kissing and caressing the sensitive flesh just above my bikini bottoms. My hips fly off the bed as I arch into his mouth. "Ohmygod. That's…"

"Unbearable?" I let out a needy whimper, my whirly brain unable to respond, but he finishes for me in the sultry tone I'm obsessed with. "Good."

"I just, I need to...."

His tattooed hand falls between my thighs, yanking my bottoms to one side and exposing me. "Jesus, baby, have you come already? You're so fucking wet." He swipes a finger through me, and I buck uncontrollably. I swear, people on the beach might not be able to see, but they can definitely hear what he's doing to me. The effect he has on my body and mind.

"No. But I need to come."

He laps at my wet center and then fucks into me with his tongue. "I want you to want it more."

I cry out. "Do you want me to beg for you?"

He hums against my pussy, the vibrations shooting through me, almost toppling me over the edge. "The feisty Luna Johnson, begging for a release. I can get on board with that."

I half whimper, half laugh. "I'll hate you forever."

"Oh, hate on me, Rocket. That sounds like far more fun."

He continues to take me right to the very edge before pulling back and kissing between my thighs.

The minutes crawl by in a state of ecstasy and desperation until I can take no more. "Zach, make me come. I'm begging you."

"There's a good girl." He pulls up from between my legs and flips us over in one easy motion. Sitting on top of his resting dick, I can already feel the hard ridges of his piercing against my soaking wet pussy. His cock pulses against me as he brings his hand behind my head, pulling me down until our lips brush against each other. "I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me like you can't get enough of me, just like I'll never get enough of you. I want you to explode for me, Rocket."

All I want to do is take him inside me bare, but I hesitate, not wanting him to get carried away in the moment. "Do you want to wear…"

He pulls back slightly, searching my eyes, and I can see the thoughts racing through his brain. A couple more seconds pass before he reaches around and pulls a condom from the nightstand and sheaths himself quickly.

I rise on my knees and hover over him until his cock naturally drops to my entrance, and slowly, I lower down. I can barely move, barely speak, as he impales me.

Finally, when he's all the way inside, I find my voice. "The way those bars feel inside me—it's like nothing I've ever felt before."

He pulls me down and kisses me deeply, smiling into my mouth. "You're like nothing I've ever seen, felt, or been with before. These piercings, this cock. It's all made for your gorgeous body."

I unravel for him so fast, feeling the way I come all over his cock. He grips my hips tightly, his fingertips sinking into my flesh as he fucks me back in the same way I ride him. Desperate to keep myself steady, I grip the metal bed frame as it crashes against the freshly painted wall, marking it up. It can bust through for all I care. When he's gone and back in Seattle, it will serve as evidence that this moment really happened. That what we shared this summer was a hundred percent real.