here knowing this place is paradise,” I say.
“Is that why you moved to Luna Harbor?”
“In a way,” I confess. “I wanted to get off the hamster wheel. Having a farm where I could raise goats and make products from their milk sounded good at the time.”
He gives me a look.
“It sounds crazy, but it was a dream. Things worked out differently, and it’s okay. I like what I do and where I live,” I say, taking another sip of the champagne. “You know what they say, shoot for the moon, and you might land on a star.”
We eat and drink for the rest of the evening. When we arrive in Luna Harbor, he says, “What’s it going to take to get you to say yes?”
“I like to know what to expect,” I answer. “What do you think will happen if I say yes?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t guarantee anything. In my experience, life never goes the way you expect. My grandmother died when Dad was twenty. She had promised to be with Abuelo forever, but she didn’t know she was sick. Mom promised forever too, but she left us when I was eight.”
I cup his face. This is what’s under that arrogant smirk. A hurt boy who doesn’t think forever happens. Because it’s true.
People leave.
They move on.
Nothing is static, not even love.
You have to move on before you’re the one left behind.
I push myself on my tiptoes and press my lips against his. No one has ever been so honest with me. With Iskander, I know he’s not forever, but I can enjoy it before we both have to move away and continue with our lives.
“If I say yes?”
“I promise to be faithful until one of us decides it’s over,” he says. “We’re not looking for more than company, good sex, and getting to know each other, right?”
Chapter Nine
Siobhan
“Shall we go to the inn?” His voice is so close to my ear it sends shivers down the side of my neck.
God, I want his mouth against my throat.
Kissing me. Licking me. Fucking me.
“Yes,” I say with a raspy, needy tone I don’t recognize.
Once we’re in his room, he kisses me.
This time it’s with an intensity so beyond my wildest dreams. My nipples ache so bad with need. The need for his mouth and his hands. When his tongue traces my upper lip, I moan and slide my arms around his back to pull him even closer.
This heat between us is hotter than Saturday? I’m almost sure we’re about to set Luna Harbor on fire. Maybe not, but this man is an arsonist that’s about to burn every cell of my body.
His fingers slide across my cheek and into my hair. My heart kicks into a faster beat as he kisses me harder, deepening the kiss and drawing me closer to him. His taste, the feel of his hard muscles beneath my fingertips, and the scent of his body burn me from the inside out and sideways.
This kiss makes my knees weak. I’m thankful he’s holding me. He pushes me flat against the door, and I moan. He dusts kisses on my neck and my collarbone. My stomach flips as his lips travel across my body, from shoulder to shoulder.
I moan as he presses his body closer to me, and I feel his hard length against my belly. I groan, wishing he was inside me. His lips crush against mine, and I rub myself against his leg, trying to get some relief. Wetness gathers between my legs. I’m dying to have him inside me.
His hand goes down my jeans, he kisses me hard, and I groan when his thumb finds my bud and his long finger enters my channel.
“You’re soaked,” he mumbles, pulling down the spaghetti straps of my top with his other hand as he keeps pumping inside me.
I shake.
The tension in my belly increases, need flooding me as he sends me closer to the edge. The tension escalates. I grind faster against his hand, wishing it was his cock I was riding. A climax explodes inside my body as the fast strokes suddenly release everything. I feel free, and I cry with pleasure.
This is mind-blowing but not enough. Even as I float, I begin to rip his clothes off. I can’t wait any longer. Once he’s naked, I take a moment to look at his body and take him all in, including his long, thick, wide, and delicious length. I lick my lips.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, then reaches