Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,34

I bring the glass to my lips and throw back the liquid. My mouth and throat burn as the alcohol hits them. Someone knocks on the door and I finish the drink before setting down the glass and going to answer it.

I pull the door open quickly without checking the peephole and am shocked to see Luna standing in front of me. Her eyes are wide and her plump lips are parted. I freeze, unsure if she’s really standing in front of me or if my imagination is playing a trick on me.

“I . . .” she starts, but shakes her head. I don’t give her time to say anything else, because I’m pulling her against me in a lip-crushing kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me with heat and passion so hot they’re blinding. My hands are cupping her cheeks as I drink her in with this kiss. I let every aspect of her be felt, tasted. I focus on her soft lips, the sweetness of her tongue, her scent, her heat.

She breaks the kiss and our eyes lock. Hers are hooded and full of need. “I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is that I need you,” she says, never tearing her eyes away from mine.

I pick her up against me and our lips meet again. I kick the door closed and lock it quickly before carrying her to my room. We collapse onto the bed in a mess of roaming hands and traveling lips. I kiss her neck and nip her collarbone. Her back arches and her breasts rise. My mouth moves down to them, peppering the swell with wet kisses as I work to remove her shirt. I pull back and tug the shirt over her head. The moment it’s off, she’s pulling me right back down to her, digging her nails into my back.

Being with Luna is like riding a roller coaster with a blindfold on. You never know where there’s going to be a sharp turn, twist, or drop. But it’s one hell of a ride and one I never want to end. We when finally connect as one, it’s better than I remember it being. She’s hot and tight around me. Welcoming. The moment we’re together, I’m already on the verge of exploding, but I refuse to let it happen. There’s no way I’m removing myself from her tonight. I don’t know if this is a moment of weakness or if it’s simply a repeat of the past, but either way, I don’t want it to end.

It’s going on 3 a.m. when we both find we’re too tired to move. I pull her to my chest and she wraps me up in her toned arms, her fingers playing with the patch of hair in the center of my chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she says, and those are the first words spoken since she walked into my apartment.

“I’ve missed you too.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

“I know we agreed to break things off and stay away from each other for the good of us both, but it’s not good for me anymore.” She looks up at me in the darkness, but I don’t respond. “The band’s going to be here for at least six more months. That’s six more months we could spend together. Why do it in suffering?”

“Are you saying you want to pick up where we left off and push this pain away until we have to face it?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” She crawls up my body, straddling me with her hands on my chest and her eyes on mine. “Same terms as before. When we’re together, we’re together. When we’re not, we’re not.”

I move my hands up to her thighs, rubbing them up and down. “I can live with that.” I can’t hold back my smile.

“There’s one little difference though.”

“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up and pressing soft kisses to her shoulders, neck, and jaw.

“The band can’t know. Van is against us being together. He thinks you’re going to ruin us—that I’ll call off the tour to stay with you, or that I’ll end our career early to get married and have kids and a normal life. But that’s not going to happen. It can’t. I have people relying on me.”

I pull back. “Okay, the band can’t know.” I lean up and press my lips to hers. Finally, she’s done talking and she kisses me back. I roll us over