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He kisses the side of my neck, slow and deliberately. “If anything pulls me into the shadows and I have a heart attack because of it, I’m haunting you in the shower.”
“Like you did this morning?” I ask huskily, because he gave me a very lovely morning orgasm there.
“Exactlylike that.”
The hearse rolls on.
The night is humid, sticky-sweet, full of lingering ghosts and low-hanging stars.
When the tour ends, we climb out, and Dom takes my hand. “That was wild,” he admits.
“I wanted to make our evening truly special,” I say with mock seriousness.
“You’re a menace.”
“I know.”
“You owe me a blow job for putting me through that.”
“Sure! I’ll throw in a ghost story to add a little spice,” I say, smiling up at him.
“Menace,” he repeats, but his voice is soft, happy.
We walk back to the car, fingers linked, bodies buzzing from laughter and just the right amount of excitement.
And I realize that this is what love looks like when it’s healing.
When it’s playful and honest.
It’s perfect…for us.
CHAPTER 31
Dom
When we get back to her place, I let her lead us to her bedroom.
Tonight will be the night. I know it.
After years of waiting, we’ll finally have each other, not as kids, not as people who didn’t know their minds and hearts, and were more hormones than feelings, but as grown-ups who love each other desperately.
Luna’s eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the years we’ve lost, the pain, the longing, all swirling in those deep green pools.
Her lips tremble like she’s holding back a storm.
I feel it, too. After all, it’s been a decade since I’ve been inside of her.
I can smell her—sweet and intoxicating—like she’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have.
Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, her nippleshard as diamonds under her dress. I want to tear it off her, but I don’t. Not yet.
I want to savor.
“Stay the night,” she says.
I step closer, my body moving on its own, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My hands tremble as I reach for her, my fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek. Her skin is soft, so soft, and I can’t believe she’s finally mine.
She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. I can feel the heat radiating off her body.
