Page 22 of All My Heart

It was time to tire myself out so I could sleep. I shouldn't work out after drinking a beer, but I needed to do something physical, and I hadn't decided what should be done on the house next. I was still hoping that Luna would help me.

I went through an arm routine, lifting heavier than normal for every exercise. I wanted my muscles to burn. I wanted to be sore for days. I wanted to be so exhausted I wouldn't think of Luna when I rested my head on the pillow.

By the time I was done, sweat was pouring off my body. I grabbed a towel I kept in the room, wiped my forehead, then tossed it into the laundry basket on the way to the bathroom, the same one Luna stood in today.

She hadn't looked disgusted by the blue tile; she'd looked distracted like she was thinking about something else entirely. But what?

Was it too good to be true to assume that she wanted me as much as I wanted her? I was obviously delusional. Luna was from Florida. She was only here for a few weeks. She'd be a nice diversion for that time, but nothing else could happen. My family was here. Hers was there.

She wanted to be more involved with her family's business. There was nothing for her here, other than an escape from her real life.

I couldn't be another person's escape. Not when I'd retired from the military because I wanted something meaningful. Something that meant more than signing up for another four years.

I vowed I wouldn't jerk off to Luna's breasts again, but I couldn't help gripping my aching cock. It was begging for attention, and I was throbbing with need.

The thought of her inside my bathroom was driving me crazy. I swear I could still smell her tropical scent. I wasn't sure if it was her shampoo or her lotion, but I wanted to find out. I wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

I wanted to be so deep inside her that she didn't know where I ended and she began. I groaned as the vision of her naked came to the forefront of my mind.

Luna naked on my bed, spread out like a Thanksgiving feast. I'd stand at the end of the bed, drinking her in, calculating all the ways I could devour her. I'd start with her breasts, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth while I tweaked the other one. She'd be writhing beneath me, angling her slick pussy against my dick.

I gripped tighter, squeezing to the point of pain before slowly jacking myself off. I could practically feel her wet folds against my skin. I'd take my time with her breasts. Then when she was desperate for more, I'd kiss my way down her stomach and settle between her legs.

She'd be wet for me. Her musky scent would only heighten my need. Her fingers would tangle in my hair because my beard against her soft skin would drive her wild. I could only imagine what she would taste like, how her hips would lift off the bed, her thighs trembling around my ears.

I came with a shout, her name on my lips. I dropped my head against the hand I'd braced on the wall. I felt like I'd run a marathon.

But I wasn't sated. Not by a long shot.

I washed up, then turned off the water, needing to try and get some sleep. I didn't want to sleep so late I'd run into Luna on the trails again. I was afraid if I did, I'd do something crazy like kiss her, then fuck her on the trail where anyone could see.

I prided myself on control, but around Luna, I had none. If she didn't stay away, I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold back. Maybe that was what she sensed in me, the wildness, the out-of-control desire. She should stay away from me.

Just because I wanted someone didn't mean I could have her. She'd go back to her world soon enough. The one that wouldn't include someone like me. I'd done nothing but let my family down for years. I shouldn't add someone else to that losing equation.

Itossed and turned most of the night, then woke with a hard-on before it was light out. The clock read five a.m., which was closer to my usual routine.

Instead of lazing around in bed, I got up and threw on workout clothes. I'd hit the trails harder today because I wasn't able to finish my run yesterday.

When I stepped outside, it was still semidark. There were no lights on at Luna's cabin, and I was almost positive she wouldn't be wandering the trails this early. She struck me as a night owl who slept in.

As I ran through my routine of static stretches, I wondered what it would be like to live with someone like Luna. Would she work on her laptop until late, only closing it when she was tired? Would she sleep in a T-shirt and nothing else? Would I be able to control myself when I woke to find the cheeks of her ass peeking out from under her shirt—no, my shirt.

Fuck, the thought of her in my shirt and nothing else was more enticing than any other scenario I'd thought of in the last two days.

With a groan, I ran a hand through my hair, took one last swig of water, then tossed the bottle on the porch. It was time to outrun this attraction for Luna.

I ran faster down the trail than I ever had before. It was like someone was chasing me. But no matter how fast or how far I ran, I couldn't escape the image of Luna in my bedroom, in that hot tub, in nothing but a towel, naked. I couldn't escape her.

I ran around the lake. There was no one up this early except a few fishermen. By the time I was on the way back, which was mostly uphill, my muscles were screaming from exertion. We never ran this far in P.T. But I wanted to push myself. I wanted to make myself forget about Luna.

When I slowed to a jog then a walk, I caught a glimpse of bright colors on the porch. It was Luna in yellow leggings and a loose white shirt. It was sexier than any dress.

I wasn't going to survive my new neighbor. I was supposed to be pissed that she'd interrupted my solitude, but instead, I wanted nothing more than to slide those leggings off those legs and bury myself in her sweet heat.

Luna was leaning over something in the flower beds. Then she straightened and slowly turned, a smile spreading over her face. “Good morning.”

If she knew what I was thinking, she'd run in the other direction.

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